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(It's a Wayne beat)
What up, Wanye? Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Alright

First off, Ghetto Boyz the clique I claim
Wore a rope to go and buy my ice, this the pick-up chain
Paranoid, make too much noise, four-nickel bang
Four pockets full, eighty racks, I might trick today
Eleven in the morning, I already drunk a six today
I might spend ten racks just on drip today
Yeah, I rap, but I just might make a brick flip today
That might be close, that ain’t Actavis, let me lick the drank

I got Tris, Wock', and red, you can pick the drank
I got bad b*t*hes at my shows and they finna faint
Brodie snuck the, ah
Brodie snuck the burner in the club, got me feelin' safe
Mad as f**k I pulled up on timе, got me feelin’ late
b*t*h walked in triplе D, I think her titties fake
Young n***a run to the money like we in a race

Stuffed d**k in your b*t*h mouth, made her fix her face
b*t*h said she cookin' lamb chops, b*t*h, I need a plate
I don't want no more ramen noodles, b*t*h, I need a steak
I ain't comin' over just to f**k, b*t*h, I'm here to stay
Opp took a piece off his head, call him flattop
b*t*h pulled up big booty, she got ass shots
No disrespect, run up a check until the bag drop
Seen my n***a Wayne make two hundred off his laptop

These hoes hangin' on to me like when a crab lock
Damn, I guess they holdin' on
I leave items everywhere ’cause I’m a rolling stone
The lines, keep a couple n***as with me, can't roll alone
Get a n***a popped, put your soldier on
Okay, us to Flint is like when Bird put the ’Nolia on
I can cruise through the 6, be on the 7 'cause I know the zones
You know I gotta bust the plain down, blowed a seven alone

Hittin' the corners hot 'cause the feds got a tail on me
I don’t sell dope, why the f**k I got a scale on me?
Caught a n***a lackin' off the turtle, dropped shells on him
Cooked some straight drop work, it's a pale color
Followed the opp all the way to Portland, we trailed his Blazer
I'm off two double C's, so when I nut, it's a Chanel flavor
Bought a 2020 Ram truck today, I might sell it later
The Hi-Tech turned brown on us, the red ancient

Hit a b*t*h every holiday, I'ma celebrate her
Every two days I go up, I'm an elevator
When you see the opps, you don't shoot, you a hesitater
I'm off Wock', I was sleep, but I was woke, I'm a meditator
f**k her sister, got her beefin' with her twin, I'm a separator

Damn, we couldn't afford that new house, we Section 8ers
b*t*h pulled up training bra, yeah, she flat-chested
Call me when you got some lean, I'm an Act' tester
f**k around and burnt the brick twice, it got black feathers
Hit his car with the four-nick, he got a crackheader
Hit a big b*t*h off a Perc', I'm a fat stretcher
b*t*h ran off with my cake, I'ma whack Deborah

If she ain't got what she supposed to when I get there, I'ma smack Stella
My focus is the breakdown, I'm from the crack era
You can't even count what I just spent, boy, it's no tellin' (Not at all)
I done got hot, my temperature read I'm meltin'

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