Ghetto Boy Shit
RMC Mike, Lil Yachty
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Yeah (Who the hell is Carlo?) Bitch Ghetto Boyz shit (hey) I just pulled off from the 6, 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 (huh) Lowkey bro mad as hell, he couldn't find no Tris He tried to stunt with thirty-six, 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' stabbing niggas in the feds 'cause he got life in it Quiet bitch got some good head, but she got lice in it Bitch ain't tryna f*ck the squad for free, what's the price for it? Bustdown Cartier wires with the lightest tints When I die, burn my money, I ain't sharing 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 sitting in a chair, sit a chair on her (damn) Told her I'm a shut her ass up if she keep saying "prrr" (damn) Twelve Wock lines in the two, think this 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 returned to our opps, that's your dad fault (go) Pulled up in a coupe it was all black, look like asphalt (damn, damn) I let my cash talk (damn) This bitch could lay on her back and let her ass walk (walk, go) I know you miss yo 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 miles for fangs in my teeth, bitch, I'm X-Man Unc' whip this shit up with perfection, got the best grams Nigga 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 f*ck my best friend watching 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 f*ck niggas ran out of bond when I stepped in Ten thousand blues shipped them outta town just for a necklace Ghetto Boyz signed Lil Boat, we some legends Don't come around acting all weird, that shit depressing Ain't nothing but some killas and some hustlas in my section PLR with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon Yachty said he like that shit-talking too, so we connected If RMC stand for Rich Man Clique, then I'm in it too The first car I got was a G-Wagon, it was baby blue Used to drive my mom's BMW, it was a different hue Riding round in the whip with a largo, let it at the 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 jail, doing 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, the cycle too long It's us
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Written by: Miles Parks McCollum, Michael Jr. Smith, Carlo Anthony II Coxen
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