Ghetto Boy Shit (feat. RMC Mike)

Yah

(Who the hell is Carlo?) bitch

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Hey

I just pulled off from the six, pulled up on your bitch, hey

I just pulled up with a stick, put one in your shit, hey

I just started off with shit, now I'm feelin' rich, uh

Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906, uh

Low-key bro mad as hell, he couldn't find no Tris

He tryna stunt with 36, he need to hide his wrists

Bored with the lean, I grabbed the Vernors, drop a pint in it

I just rolled up a 'Wood with my opp's life in it

Unc' stabbin' niggas in the feds 'cause he got life in it

White bitch got some good head, but she got lice in it

Bitch ain't tryna fuck the squad for free, what's the price for it?

Bustdown Cartier wires with the lightest tint

When I die, burn my money, I ain't sharin' shit (go)

Carbon fiber ARs with trigger hairs on it

My bitch booty so damn big, I could sit a chair on it

Not sittin' in a chair, sit a chair on her (damn)

Told her I'ma shut her ass up, she keep saying, "Purr" (damn)

Twelve Wock' lines in a two, think shit a cure (yeah)

Fucked her raw and didn't catch shit, I am too pure (yeah)

Almost put a bullet in the wrong nigga, we was not sure

Niggas shouldn't've even returned to our opps, that's your dad fault (go)

Pulled up in a coupe, it was all black, look like asphalt (damn)

I let my cash talk (damn, damn)

This bitch could lay on her back and let her ass walk (walk, go)

I know you miss your mans

He's never coming back, shit had hit the fan

Knew that I would always be rich, It was in the plans (yes)

I am in a million-dollar club, I don't flex grams

80 monster fangs in my teeth, bitch, I'm X-Man

Unc whip this shit up with perfection, got the best grams

Nigga pulled up with an S10, I let the 'Vette spin

This shit right here'll cave your vest in, it's a FN

I'm just tryna fuck my best friend watchin' Netflix

Draco flash when I send a shot, I take the best pics

Let a nigga touch one of my brothers, equal death wish

Lot of fuck niggas ran out of bound when I step in

Ten thousand blues, shipped 'em outta town just for a necklace

Ghetto Boyz signed Lil Boat, we some legends

Don't come around actin' all weird, that shit depressin'

Ain't nothin' but some killers and some hustlers in my section

PLR with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon

Yachty said he like that shit talkin' too, so we connected

If RMC stand for Rich Man Clique, then I'm in it too

First car I got was a G-Wagen, it was baby blue

Used to drive my mom's BM-dub, it was a different hue

Ridin' 'round in the whip with a logo the letter after Q

Twenty thousand in cash for a photo, I am not like you

Used to ride around in a stolo, we was different dudes

We known-known for breaking rules

Dog got out of jail, he doin' right, they tryna call him clone

Say they was gon' rob me, I said, "Who?" like I'm Michael Jones

Niggas be bitchin' too much, they cycle too long

It's us