[Intro]
Free the motherfuckin' ghetto, long live the motherfuckin' ghetto
Y'all know what the fuck goin'—
(Damn, Sprk, you shot this?)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, I think I—
(Tony, it's too loud)
Damn, turn that shit down, then
This shit too loud, Tony, you know what I mean?
On my Ghetto Boyz shit, on my federal shit with your poor ass
Okay
[Verse]
That lil' run I had was not shit, I ain't started yet
Might come home to a pint of Act' and have a heart attack
Bust down a 'bow, I got my 'porters in a Pontiac
You suck my dick just like my baby mama, you a copycat
She had a stomach, I still hit her, she was hardly fat
You watched me get it, I still cut it, it was partially hacked
Go crazy, get that stick and don't know how to act
He ridin' 'round with switches in some shit that's gon' be hard to catch
He gon' take them bitches on a high-speed
Quanny got shot in his head, we was nineteen
That's the rеason why you cannot sit behind me
Don't give a fuck about no fuckin' Js, I ain't no hypеbeast
But I do fuck with the J's, 'cause I like fiends
I'll drink it, but it's plain and I don't like green
Oh, you tryna get a ring? You on the right team
I dick her down and lie all in her face and call that pipe dreams
Okay, it's kinda hot outside, I need some ice cream
Okay, I see you got two hundred, but that's light cheese
Okay, I just came in the game in 2019
But how the fuck they don't listen to you and they recite me?
The label said somethin' about an M, that didn't excite me
How Lou gon' make the Zombie Files and not invite me?
I can't see eye to eye with E, he only 5'3"
Might bulletproof the Jeep for Baby Ghost and paint it slime green
Okay, I'm back talkin' that one shit y'all addicted to
Three hoes just pulled up, I bet I'm hittin' two
Matter fact, fuck these hoes, I got some shit to do
Plus my bitch turnt, she'll never wear no Jimmy Choo
Money move mountains, I know what that paper do
I don't play with niggas, I know what that K'll do
Left, right, uppercut, that's my favorite move
I'm shootin' dice, bitch, stop callin' my phone, you gon' make me lose
Ask around, I'm a legend in my neighborhood
You [?][1:43] go through my trenches if I say you good
If my nigga take your chain, you gotta pay me for it
Just meet up with him, bust his fuckin' head, bro, I'ma pay you for it
They been tryna catch up with me, but I stay in Georgia
My people got two hundred sheets on the way to Florence
Welcome to my traphouse, can I take your order?
Tryna bring a hundred up to Flint so I can save the water
Okay, I'm done now
Fuck her in her son bed with my gun out
I had to pull spice out, I seen the sun out
Get on my Mike shit
And embarrass you lil' niggas with my tongue out (Tony, it's too loud)
[Outro]
Why count it?
I know what's in there, it's profit
Finna go hide this shit
Me and bae finna go lay down
A nigga don't wanna sell a widebody Scat right now?
We could grab that one right there
I hate you new rappers
I hate the switch 'cause it ain't accurate, it shoot faster
Me and my celly blowin' Runtz, we ain't got Deuce habits
I got juice habits
Drove to the D lookin' for drank 'cause they say Lou had it
Long live the Ruler, I be out in LA flu flammin'
It's too much kick come off that switchy, gotta two-hand it
They hit a dreadhead in his dreads and now they two-stranded
Prison turned me to a motherfuckin' monster
Now every two weeks, I make a hundred thousand
Who got some codeine? I need a couple bottles
(Spark this bitch 'fore I spark that bitch)
