Ratchet - Blac Youngsta

Who got the beat this time?

Who gonna beat me down?

Tell it, tell it

Who got the beat this time?

Keep it hundred

Whatcha' gonna show me fam?

Whatcha gonna show me bro?

That ain’t me tho'

You want a word with me?

You want to tell me some?

And tell your bitch, to get off my shit

Smoking on that home roll

You know that I keep it on poise

Yeah, I could’ve came out tonight

For a flex and a float

And you know it might

When I get fucked up

When I get half cut

That I make that kind get rowdy

Hey

Make a scene

Make it real

Make it feel

Hey

Make it loud

Make it proud

Make it count

I’m-ma let you have your say

But I ain’t let you have your way

I’m-ma see I’m-ma

I’m-ma let you have your say

But

Like it, like it or

Sit in a club on this street we own

With two shots and a world of pain

And a, two shots, and a

Tell your dudes that we get rude

Smoking sour diesel

You know that that shit means something

So gimme the rhythm and I’ll suffer alone

Givin' you a taste of that?

Rockin' your world and I jack your phone

And I told them and say

Hey

Make a scene

Make it real

Make it feel

Hey

Make it loud

Make it proud

Make it count

Hey

Make a scene

Make it real

Make it feel

Hey

Make it loud

Make it proud

Make it count

I say make it count

I say make it count

I say make it count

And get ready

Hey

Make a scene

Make it real

Make it feel

Hey

Make it loud

Make it proud

Make it count

Hey

Make a scene

Make it real

Make it feel

Hey

Make it loud

Make it proud

Make it count

I just make it count

And get ready