Ghetto Boy Shit (feat. RMC Mike)

(Who The Hell Is Carlo?)

GhettoBoyShit

I just pulled off in a six, pulled up on yo bitch (Hey)

I just pulled up with a stick, put one in yo shit (Hey)

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

Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 9-0-6

Lowkey bro mad as hell, he couldn't find no tris'

He tried to stunt with thirty-six, he need to hide his wrist

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' **** 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?

Bussdown Cartier wires with the lightest tints

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

Carbon fiber ARs with the 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

Told her I'm a shut her ass up, she keep sayin', "Prrr"

Twelve wock lines in the two, think this shit a cure

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

Almost put a bullet in a wrong ****, we was not sure

**** - all opps, that's yo dad fault

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

I let my cash talk

This bitch could lay on her back and let her ass walk

(Go) I know you miss yo mans

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

Knew that I would always be rich, it was in the plans

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

Eighty miles for fangs in my teeth, bitch, I'm X-Man

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

**** pulled up with a X10, I let the 'Vette spin

This shit right here will 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 **** touch one of my brothers, equal death wish

Alot of fuck **** ran out of bond when I stepped in

Ten thousand blues, shipped them outta town just for a necklace

Ghettoboyz signed Lil' Boat, we some legends

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

Ain't nothin' but some killas and some hustlas in my section

PLR with a hunnid 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-Wagon, it was baby blue

Used to drive my mom's BMW, it was a different hue

Ridin' 'round in the whip with a largo, the letter after Q

Twenty thousand in cash for a photo, I am nothin' like you

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

(We known) Known for breakin' rules

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

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

**** bitchin' too much, they cycle too long

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