[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”3294″ alignment=”center” border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” img_size=”400×400″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_raw_html]JTNDaWZyYW1lJTIwd2lkdGglM0QlMjIxMDAlMjUlMjIlMjBoZWlnaHQlM0QlMjIyMDAlMjIlMjBzY3JvbGxpbmclM0QlMjJubyUyMiUyMGZyYW1lYm9yZGVyJTNEJTIybm8lMjIlMjBzcmMlM0QlMjJodHRwcyUzQSUyRiUyRncuc291bmRjbG91ZC5jb20lMkZwbGF5ZXIlMkYlM0Z1cmwlM0RodHRwcyUyNTNBJTJGJTJGYXBpLnNvdW5kY2xvdWQuY29tJTJGdHJhY2tzJTJGMTYwNzA5MTgzJTI2YW1wJTNCYXV0b19wbGF5JTNEZmFsc2UlMjZhbXAlM0JoaWRlX3JlbGF0ZWQlM0RmYWxzZSUyNmFtcCUzQnNob3dfY29tbWVudHMlM0R0cnVlJTI2YW1wJTNCc2hvd191c2VyJTNEdHJ1ZSUyNmFtcCUzQnNob3dfcmVwb3N0cyUzRGZhbHNlJTI2YW1wJTNCdmlzdWFsJTNEdHJ1ZSUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRmlmcmFtZSUzRQ==[/vc_raw_html][vc_accordion collapsible=”yes” active_tab=”false” title=”Lyrics”][vc_accordion_tab title=”Verse 1 – Nick Flash”][vc_column_text]Step up in the party
All these bitches looking
They say I’m something like a chef, I get it cooking
I don’t make it rain, na
I don’t need no bandz, na
All I needs my turntables and I make em dance
My game tight
My style vicious
Bitches know I keep it poppin, Bubbalicious
You poppin molly, you poppin bottles
But me I’m on that syrup, chicken and waffles
Rollin down the street in a 94’
Caddilac Fleetwood, Dayton Rims Ridin Vogues
Candy paint, tinted out, dimes in the back seat
Swervin hard, bendin corners, creepin down a backstreet
Getting money, smoking bud, with some hoes up in the club
Showin love, showin tits, bitches all up on my dick
Runnin game, talking slick, haters hate and talk that shit
I aint never gonna quit, scoop they hoes and leave em pissed[/vc_column_text][/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Chorus”][vc_column_text]Get, get, get ratchet
Girl, go on and make it clap
Get, get, get ratchet
Girl, let me see it clap
Get, get, get ratchet
Drop it low and make it clap
Get, get, get ratchet
Touch your toes and make it clap[/vc_column_text][/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Verse 2 – Murkem”][vc_column_text]Murkem in the trap
Yea I bring it back
Catch me riding shotgun in that Cadillac, swerve
Yea I love that bass
Man I love that funk
Know I keep that thump thump up in my trunk
She back it up, then she drop it low
Got them hoes falling for me
Dominoes
Vamanos, we gotta dip
Cruising up and down the strip, we some fucking pimps
I keep on my grind, I stack up my shine
I smoke on that refer to ease up my mind
We off in the cut, we pourin it up
She want me to pour some mo in her cup
I’m keeping it real, they knowin the deal
I’m whippin wood grain, my hand on my steel
They know I’m so cold, I’m iller than ill
Switchin it up, so fuck how you feel[/vc_column_text][/vc_accordion_tab][/vc_accordion][/vc_column][/vc_row]