Corrección Letra Ghetto Boy sh*t par Lil Yachty

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Yeah
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
b*t*h
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a
Hey

I just pulled off from the 6, pulled up on your b*t*h, hey
I just pulled up with a stick, put one in your sh*t, hey
I just started off with sh*t, now I'm feelin' rich
Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906
Low-key bro mad as hell, he couldn't find no Tris
He tryna 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' stabbin' n***as in the feds 'cause he got life in it
White b*t*h got some good head, but she got lice in it
b*t*h ain't tryna f**k the squad for free, what's the price for it?
Bustdown Cartier wires with the lightest tint

When I die, burn my money, I ain't sharin' sh*t (Go)
Carbon fiber ARs with trigger hairs on it
My b*t*h booty so damn big, I could sit a chair on it
Not sittin' in a chair, sit a chair on her (Damn)
Told her I'ma shut her ass up, she keep saying, "Purr" (Damn)
Twelve Wock' lines in a two, think sh*t a cure (Yeah)
f**ked her raw and didn't catch sh*t, I am too pure (Yeah)
Almost put a bullet in the wrong n***a, we was not sure
n***as shouldn't've even 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 b*t*h could lay on her back and let her ass walk (Walk, go)
I know you miss your mans
He's never coming back, sh*t 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

Eighty monster fangs in my teeth, b*t*h, I'm X-Man
Unc whip this sh*t up with perfection, got the best grams
n***a pulled up with an S10, I let the 'Vette spin
This sh*t right here'll cave your vest in, it's a FN
I'm just tryna f**k my best friend watchin' Netflix
Draco flash when I send a shot, I take the best pics
Let a n***a touch one of my brothers, equal death wish
Lot of f**k n***as ran out of bound when I step in
Ten thousand blues, shipped 'em outta town just for a necklace
Ghetto Boyz signed Lil Boat, we some legends
Don't come around actin' all weird, that sh*t depressin'
Ain't nothin' but some killers and some hustlers in my section
PLR with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon
Yachty said he like that sh*t talkin' too, so we connected

If RMC stand for Rich Man Clique, then I'm in it too
First car I got was a G-Wagen, it was baby blue
Used to drive my mom's BM-dub, it was a different hue
Ridin' 'round in the whip with a logo the letter after 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 of jail, he doin' right, they tryna call him clone
Say they was gon' rob me, I said, "Who?" like I'm Michael Jones
n***as be b*t*hin' too much, they cycle too long

It's us

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