(Marc Boomin, this you)
Y´all niggas can´t run with this shit, y´all feel me?
Ghetto Boyz shit
(Boomin need extras)

All I really wanna do is count a bunch of pape´
All I really wanna really do is bust the face
Forty-one prezi on, what the fuck you think?
I just poured a six now, what the fuck you drink?
My opinion, every bitch with a big butt stink
Bitch really asked me for some pape, did the one face
How the fuck you ain´t gon´ notice me? I got that one face
P left me with a pint of Wock´, then I drunk eight
Dog love runnin´, slow him down like when you pump brakes
I love this rap shit, I made sixty racks in one day
I ain´t never gotta sign a deal
We gon´ get rich, you find them one pills

I´m paying fifty-five for the orange pills
I have more clothes than the Gucci store did
Fuck her, kiss the coochie on the forehead
I fuck hard, I done ran through four beds
So box spring on the floor it is
Double pulled up with a hundred orange heads and a four of red
I been runnin´ laps around niggas, I´m exhausted
Still´ll rap the whole beat, niggas thought I lost it
Where the fuck my chain at? I thought I lost it
Bust a left on the state boys then tossed it
Get the plaque out the bust down, I gotta floss it
Break her back when I bust her down ´cause she talk shit
Threw ten shots at the nigga and he caught six
The first twenty racks I ever made was off a false brick

Aw, shit
Glock 9 on me right now full of bald heads
Guarantee I sold you cut drank if you bought red
He ain´t really strung out on the hard, he a soft head
Used to listen to what my mama say, I had a soft head
Louboutins on my feet now, so I walk red
An RP30 in me got me moving like the walking dead
Oh he snitching? Hit him with the pistol, he can´t talk dead
K hit him in his leg, they replaced it with a peg
Hope I say it one more time, they can´t replace the nigga head
He actin´ like he can´t die, I can make the nigga dead
High off Percs, I´m in Truth tryna break a stripper leg

Six thousand dollar outfit got me dripping wet
I just gave a bitch nine hundred for a silhouette
Heard bro just stole your bitch, I´ma steal her next
Baby, you ain´t got to suck the dick, just lick the head
If I like the bitch, I´ll brainfuck her, I´ma hit her head
I´m tired of fucking on your mama couch, you gotta get a bed
Fucked a pregnant bitch, I think I hit a head
I fucked her friend and she fucked my brother, so the bitch ahead
I just got a deuce of Morton Grove I´ma mix with red
Won´t give the bitch a dime, I´m tighter than too-little pants
I don´t need a gun, I can kill you with my hands

Catch me in the summertime taking pictures with the fans
I´ll hop out this 5-50 with FN
They left the back door open, I crept in
I gotta pay my bitch bills, I feel like less a man
You´ll never ever hear me say my weapon jammed
My nigga plugged, he can get Hi-Tech in jail
Nigga, you don´t sell crack, ain´t no white on your scale

Ha
Now that´s how you run on some shit, you know what I´m saying?
I´ma show you niggas how to run
Ghetto Boyz shit, y´all niggas can´t fuck with this, nigga