Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, you know what the fuck going on
Shit on the floor
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Free the ghetto, nigga, we still on that nigga

Y´all niggas can´t fuck with us
Yeah
(Boomin)

Everybody got 3 chains on
Everybody got a thang on ´em, think you robbin´ who?
Take a chunk out his head, that´s what the chopper do
Pull to the hood, count the money up, alright I gotta scoot
Got a hundred racks on the floor, like we about to shoot
Middleman bought a Presi´ off a hundred pounds of glue
Got a Bo for thirteen, sold the bitch for twenty-two
Swiped the watch for thirty racks, sold it back for twenty too

Bitch, I´m a real hustler
In a twenty-twenty ´Vette, it look like mustard
Yea I was fucking both of them, and they like cousins
Nodding off every 30 minutes, cause the sprite muddy
I´m off a blue-thirty, 2 chains and one watch, that´s 2 birdies
Sixty racks for the kit, so that´s two thirties
Caught a body broad day, it was 2:30, I had 2 30´s
You better move swift
Cause we got another Glock, and bought a new switch
So many rounds in 30 seconds, I had 2 clips
Keep it on me everyday, ain´t on no lose shit
3 chains and ain´t signed, on my Lou shit
Fucking with the Fetty Wap, I got a blue brick

Finna make another M, I got the blueprint
Stepped on a whole brick of soft and left the shoe
Clip longer than a pool stick
I´m finna buy a 80 carat diamond bracelet
Pour 6 in a 20 ounce pop, I wanna taste it
Get 3 pops out a pint, I waste it
Stop putting your Sky Dweller in the camera ´fore I take it
Yea I still be on that one shit
I still pop pop pop, till the gun click
I´m Mr. pull up on the scene with a ´hun strip
Glock got a drum clip, beating cases like a drumkit
Missed out on 20 racks cash, I was rushing
Flipped out and beat my bitch ass, it was for nothing
Nigga go against the mob, giving free smoke, want a blunt lit?

I done fucked her and her friend on a drunk tip
Mike ridin´ with some shit make a bus flip
Bumped into a opp going to Hutch getting my bust fixed
Every time I pick your hoe up, she gon´ suck dick
Bitch prolly talkin´ about me to her friends, cause I bust quick
I just bought another handgun
Before we fucked with the blues, had a ??? run
Caught a opp at Home Depot, hit him with a nail gun
She gon´ let the Yung OG fuck, and get her nails done
Just got into a fight with my sell, and the scale won
They tried to initiate me into the cartel, I got a ???
Big bro went to the feds and he had the best cell-phone

Made a 100 racks on house arrest and I was basically in jail at home, nigga
So I don´t really wanna hear excuses
You can do what the fuck you want, if you wanna do it
You ain´t never hear me mad at a nigga that ???
Everybody got pape ´n jewelry, you don´t know who rap, man it´s so confusing
I get real love.. I heard the opps at the party, I´mma still come
Y´all was buying air cartridges, ah-ha, I had a real gun
Hope big cuz´ get an appeal, he had a pill run