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This Rio, n***a
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'
Free the whole ghetto, yeah

Ghetto Boyz sh*t
When the feds come, just be ready for that sh*t
Finna bust an AP, that's like seventy on my wrist
Aim at his top, hit his sh*t, I barely ever miss
I just poured a seven of the Tris
So much dog sh*t, when I die, I might go to heaven with this sh*t
I just middlemanned it, made like eleven off a brick
My whole life changed when they put that tether on my sh*t
Eight hundred for a zip, this sh*t wetter than a b*t*h
Icy-a** wrist, this sh*t wetter than my b*t*h
Off-White sweater cost a zip
I just offed a fake pint, I'm finna dip
Jump in the Hellcat, turn the traction off
They tried to nail lil' bro, he let the hammer off
Oh, you ain't never sucked d**k? Well, take your panties off
It felt good with a rubber, but it's better raw
You can sell some cut dope, but it's better raw
We got the best work, we ain't sell fentanyl
Just took a picture with my baby mama, all you hear is, "Aww"
Had her suckin' d**k for two hours, she can't feel her jaws
I took a plea for five years 'cause I broke the law
A n***a disrespected Chris and I broke his jaw
N***as thought I was gon' fall off, but I'm standin' tall
Chop him with the AR, had a standoff in the mall
Think I took too many Percs, bro, I'm finna fall
Dropped so many shots in the crib, we done hit the dog
I can make two hundred racks if I hit the dog
Spicy sh*t, when I'm in the booth, cut the skillet off
Drank came with my auntie name, I had to peel it off
B*t*h, we got our own swag, we ain't stealin' y'all's
Cuban link cost a dub, pendant forty racks
Sh*t talkin', I made a genre, this important rap
I couldn't even pay attention, I was poor at that
Grew up f**ked up, aw, sh*t
Grew up f**ked up, I'm like, "Sh*t, the floor ain't bad"
I just got a whole pint of Wock', I'm pourin' half
Tell your friend I want a threesome with your boring a**
Two years ago, me and C was just pourin' gla**
I knew an ooh-head who buy zips, but he snorted half
Walk around your crib with the Glock, this a cordless strap
New crib, marble on the countertops and the floor match
My n***a did some bullsh*t, I don't support that
I got a n***a say he love me, but he don't even support my rap
In an old-school Monte with the crocodile floor mats
You ain't made no money off of rap 'cause you're trash
Yeah, I know the lil' b*t*h a ho, but the w**** bad
Redbone b*t*h, she got braces, a** immaculate
And I'm not a serial killer, but I'm stabbin' it
Don't come around me with your a** out, 'cause I'm grabbin' it
Before I had a dime, b*t*h, I look like I was havin' it
Glock bullets stick to his top like a magnet
They hit the spot, six pints of Wock' in the cabinet
K bullet hit his windshield, I'ma shatter it
Hit the car so many times, he died from a bullet fragment
Thirty-two hundred for a pint, I'm grabbin' it
I'm a team player, n***a, I ain't stingy, I'm pa**in' it
The only reason she stopped givin' me head, 'cause I had to p*ss
B*t*h a** so fat, she walk— when she walk— huh
B*t*h a** so fat, when she walk, she draggin' it
N***a, I was just broke, from rags to riches
Fifty thousand for a chain, last year I ain't have a necklace
That n***a ain't gon' kill me, I'll probably die from that asthma sh*t
Lil' b*t*h fell in love with me, I ain't have to hit it
The drank game gettin' ugly, I'ma have to quit

Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on
Southern, yeah
Y'all n***as can't f**k with me, n***a
Southern giant, so I know that

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