Mainstream Ratchet – Song and Lyrics by 2 Chainz

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mainstream Ratchet’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Last night I bought the supermodel
Got head on the way home
She left her other friends at the club
Got home, and I f***ed her with my J’s on
And that’s ratchet huh? Yeah
Her a** so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
(Woah bring it back)

Take your b**** like I’m the dog catcher
Take your a** to the mall after
Spa day, shawty
Kill that p****, pallbearer
You from that RuPaul era
I’m from that hell nah era
Real n****s say true
Real n****s ain’t you
I ride around with that yapper on me
Gun clap when my Glock up on me
Surround your a** with so many shots
You’ll be claustrophobic
Crib so big a dinosaur can run through that s***
I’m a shark, and you a tuna fish
My paper up, got your girl with her ankles up
Gangster boy

She got her T-shirt and her panties on
She trying to smell my cologne
I can f*** her anywhere I want
I even f*** her on the floor
And that’s ratchet huh?
Her a** so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
(Whoa bring it back)

I’m on top like a toupĂ©e
You on the side like a toothache
Box your a**, suitcase
I’m real, you ain’t
Calamari, crab cakes
My closet the size of your damn place
You lookin’ at a star
I wish that they could add space
I’m getting money, fast pace
My hoes gave my cash straight
He can’t ball, he castrated
She the opposite of last place
Do it, bust it open, slow it down, Robitussin
My girl got a big a**
Your girl, back pockets touching

I want a dollar, I want everything
Balls out, I let ’em hang
Window shopping for a wedding ring
On a double date with Molly and Mary Jane
And that’s ratchet huh?
Her a** so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh

If you patch your weed that’s ratchet
My last album was classic
Shawty on my dica
Backwards spells acid
She pop a P like a zany
She don’t use no hands or no panties
She rock like nose candy
You f*** with me, ain’t no plan B
I’m a D boy with a degree
I sold dope in my momma’s home
My girl p**** deep (deep)
So right there is my comfort zone
Born alone, die alone
Mud in my styrofoam
She got on top of me like a stage,
I said use my dick as a microphone