CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : LA to the D
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, what up, 3zzy?
You know what the f**k goin' on
From LA to the D, n***a
We gon' really get this sh*t in
Yeah, my— yeah, we droppin' sh*t too, n***a
We gettin' money too, though, alright
On 6 Mile, finna bust a quarter brick down
Ridin' through the hood with three guns and twenty-six thousand
b*t*h said some dumb sh*t out her mouth, slapped the spit out it
Middlemanned a nine piece of soft and took a zip out it
Twenty-two hundred for my pants, I got a drip problem
I been totin' guns since I was twelve, I got a hip problem
They like, "Rio, what you make off features?" Probably six dollars
And DistroKid sent three hundred racks, I made an M probably
I'm like Rio, all bad hoеs to the front, weak hoes to thе back
Petty, ain't no cap, step on these, I'ma overreact
Mask off, hawk a n***a down, let him know that it's that
I'm really him, I ain't that type of n***a you smoke in a pack
That big b*t*h'll put you in the ground where gophers is at
Current load, I sent it to your b*t*h, n***as know where we at
Ain't no lack, they like 3zzy3 really known for the strap
Don't blow a bag, you b*t*h n***as is only just known for the cap
I was probably chillin' in your b*t*h living room smokin' Blacks
Ayy, bro, that pint hit, that's why it's sealed, don't open that
I got a whole baby on me right now, where a stroller at?
Oh, they shootin' up cribs? We can play that game, where the controller at?
Touch down, tryna book my own shows, where the promoters at?
Ashy hands from the bands, I'm bringin' not wearin' lotion back
Dumb n***a wasn't tryna use his head, now it's a hole in that
I pray to God them b*t*hes don't pop the trunk, two hundred 'bows in that
Why you trippin' off a b*t*h, young stunna?
I'm allergic, I'd rather just trip off of nothin', ayy
Like Ricky, get your back hit just for runnin'
'Cause the hollows in this b*t*h'll leave you cut like a pumpkin (Ayy)
Fredo rollin' up a dutch that he stuffin'
Told that b*t*h to come through and hit her too before buckin'
But I ain't even hit that b*t*h, 'cause she ain't nothin'
Since I ain't hit, I had to pass that lil' b*t*h to my lil' cousin, ayy
sh*t, 3zzy, you could pass the b*t*h to me
I know my name big and all, but you could pass the stick to me
Bought a whole key and bust it down, half brick in a T
n***a say he sell bricks, I'ma have to not believe
Ayy, I'm fly as f**k, look like an astronaut to me
We catch his mama, up that thing, b*t*h, they gon' have to squash the beef
It's out the mud, you know what's up, and we ain't never squashin' beef
If it ain't TBs or GGs, hell nah, that boy can't eat
Hell nah, n***a
n***a can't eat with us, n***a
If it's up, then it's stuck, n***a
All I gotta do is duck, HB gon' knock half of ya
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Fredo, it's pape' in here
Rio, it's pape' in here
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, what up, 3zzy?
You know what the f**k goin' on
From LA to the D, n***a
We gon' really get this sh*t in
Yeah, my— yeah, we droppin' sh*t too, n***a
We gettin' money too, though, alright
On 6 Mile, finna bust a quarter brick down
Ridin' through the hood with three guns and twenty-six thousand
b*t*h said some dumb sh*t out her mouth, slapped the spit out it
Middlemanned a nine piece of soft and took a zip out it
Twenty-two hundred for my pants, I got a drip problem
I been totin' guns since I was twelve, I got a hip problem
They like, "Rio, what you make off features?" Probably six dollars
And DistroKid sent three hundred racks, I made an M probably
I'm like Rio, all bad hoеs to the front, weak hoes to thе back
Petty, ain't no cap, step on these, I'ma overreact
Mask off, hawk a n***a down, let him know that it's that
I'm really him, I ain't that type of n***a you smoke in a pack
That big b*t*h'll put you in the ground where gophers is at
Current load, I sent it to your b*t*h, n***as know where we at
Ain't no lack, they like 3zzy3 really known for the strap
Don't blow a bag, you b*t*h n***as is only just known for the cap
I was probably chillin' in your b*t*h living room smokin' Blacks
Ayy, bro, that pint hit, that's why it's sealed, don't open that
I got a whole baby on me right now, where a stroller at?
Oh, they shootin' up cribs? We can play that game, where the controller at?
Touch down, tryna book my own shows, where the promoters at?
Ashy hands from the bands, I'm bringin' not wearin' lotion back
Dumb n***a wasn't tryna use his head, now it's a hole in that
I pray to God them b*t*hes don't pop the trunk, two hundred 'bows in that
Why you trippin' off a b*t*h, young stunna?
I'm allergic, I'd rather just trip off of nothin', ayy
Like Ricky, get your back hit just for runnin'
'Cause the hollows in this b*t*h'll leave you cut like a pumpkin (Ayy)
Fredo rollin' up a dutch that he stuffin'
Told that b*t*h to come through and hit her too before buckin'
But I ain't even hit that b*t*h, 'cause she ain't nothin'
Since I ain't hit, I had to pass that lil' b*t*h to my lil' cousin, ayy
sh*t, 3zzy, you could pass the b*t*h to me
I know my name big and all, but you could pass the stick to me
Bought a whole key and bust it down, half brick in a T
n***a say he sell bricks, I'ma have to not believe
Ayy, I'm fly as f**k, look like an astronaut to me
We catch his mama, up that thing, b*t*h, they gon' have to squash the beef
It's out the mud, you know what's up, and we ain't never squashin' beef
If it ain't TBs or GGs, hell nah, that boy can't eat
Hell nah, n***a
n***a can't eat with us, n***a
If it's up, then it's stuck, n***a
All I gotta do is duck, HB gon' knock half of ya
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Fredo, it's pape' in here
Rio, it's pape' in here
