Ghetto

MINE Entertainment

You know what the fuck goin' on

Aight

Listen up, we in the classroom

What the fuck is you gon' do? I fly past you

Everything around me, cash rules

I woke up to no sex, I'm in a bad mood

This a 10 m, this a 10 millimeter

It'll fuck your stomach up like some bad food

If you hit a bitch with a rash raw, you got a rash too

What would you do if you had—? Nah, I wouldn't even ask you

'Cause you ain't never had ten million dollars

A hunnid likes on one post but got ten million followers

You know what that mean

I'm not a cheap nigga, ain't no drink

I won't grab green, I'm just not sipping

You can fuck my bitch, bro, I'm not trippin'

I try to break it down, you just not listening

Fell asleep in a dope house, I got a knot missing

And some rocks missing

All you need is cocaine, baking soda in a pot kitchen

And some cold water, man

Why this nigga put a Hellcat motor in old Charger?

The drank man rap and hе want a verse, so I won't charge him

That's my bеst friend

Like, when I get married, the drank man gon' be my best man

Roll me a pint down the aisle, not no fucking red

You gon' have post-traumatic stress, you seen what I seen

We ain't kill him, we just laced him with some Visine

I got a five thousand dollar jacket on with Levi jeans

With some Louis Timbs

You better get yo' shit together if you shoot at him

Me and Jay just bought a pint of Wockhardt

we finna do a ten

Yes, it's a real fucking pint, we gave dude a 10

You say you wanna learn something, go to school then

Bitch, you broke, yes, I'm talking 'bout you if the shoe fit

Yeah

It's time to make a hit, I need a ghostwriter

I'm tryna do a R&B song, I let Joyce Wrice it

I mean I let Joyce write it

You's not a real eagle, I can soar higher

I got so much shit on me, I need four diapers

Touch the Young OG, little bro gon' crash like a poor driver