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