[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav? This another one
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, I'ma keep sayin' it
Yeah, alright
[Verse]
When them killers on your ass, they bloodhounds
Do a show, then shoot the party up and shut the club down
Put a silencer on the Glock, it make that one sound
I don't know what the fu*k it is, but I love gun sounds
Couldn't pay sixty-four hundred for a Runtz pound
He was 'bout that life, got sent to the joint, he a punk now
Used to have a knot, he got robbed, he got a bump now
Sold my K, traded the four-five, I got a pump now
I just paid sixty-two hundred for a pint of red
Finna drink an eight straight and go to sleep, I might die in bed
b*tch, take that nappy weave out, you got a lion head
Do you wanna givе the money up or wanna die instеad?
It don't matter 'cause we robbin' your b*tch ass
And when you give the money up, we still poppin' your b*tch ass
You be buyin' plastic pints, we be knockin' on the glass
He tried to run from the Glock and I shot him in his ass
Chuck just popped me off, he know I love thirties
Dope fiend, I just poured some lean in a McFlurry
Take that chain off and take it back, bro, the sh*t blurry
b*tch, go get a razor blade and shave your cat, the sh*t furry
Bro hittin' everything, you'd think I'm with Curry
I'm a kind-hearted ni**a, but for the pape', I can get scary
Just bought an eight of brown red, I'm finna get dirty
Why everybody tryna go to bed? It's only 6:30
I ain't goin' to sleep 'til I touch a million cash
My b*tch thick with a big old ass and a Brazilian wax
Last time I had an altercation, I got children whacked
Stop pullin' out that lil' ten, ni**as get killed for that
I wasn't really good at sellin' crack, I was built to rap
Psych, I'm lyin', I just bought a brick and made a million packs
I just pulled a b*tch hair out, she want her zillions back
Take the condom off and fu*k raw, I wanna feel the cat
Dog sh*t on me, but I'm finna go steal a 'Cat
Flashlight on the Glock white, but the pistol black
AK-47 same size as Midget Mac
Took a ni**a strap and walked off, he want his pistol back
Before you think 'bout robbin', ask yourself where the hospital at
She gotta practice 'fore she su*k my dick, where a popsicle at?
ni**a swung on me in the club, that's where we killed him at
ni**a tried some bullsh*t and got his ceiling cracked
Bro was paralyzed, but he said he gettin' his feeling back
In a '21 Escalade with the biggest dash
I can show you how to cook dope, this a whipping class
My son ain't know how to load a gun, so I whipped his ass
I just drunk twenty lines of Act', I know my liver black
I just sold a half a brick on Telegraph
They pulled off in a blue McLaren, it was hella fast
Before coronavirus came around, I used to wear a mask
A ni**a ain't never gave me sh*t, 'cause I never asked, ni**a
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, ni**a