Ghetto (US) - f** With You lyrics

[Intro] Don't got time to f** wit fake n***as Fake b**hes [Verse 1] It's that banger rap, chrome but the handle black I used to apply pressure, they couldn't handle that But listen I'm about money, I ain' wit the lies Should say your name cause you a b**h in disguise n***as that already did time know how that sh** feel Should be buried alive man how that kid squeal [but then again] 2K13 a lot of n***as rattin' now, ooh they thirst cream Bottle and an actress now, ooh she slurped me f** dat doe, she a skeez, why you cuff that fo Make mad paper lotto, then you f** mad hoes Why you mad at G? I went the dolo route We ain't holding out, ammo and the scopes is out Run up on soldiers then explode wit this gun that i'm holding f** it I'm open who you want me to k**? Any rapper I ain't signing', what the f*ck is the deal [Bridge] Concept n***a We don't f** wit em f** boys we don't f** wit em It's Ghetto n***a [Verse 2] Y'all n***as left me to starve while you was getting fat Picture that, now I'm the one thats gonna get them plaques Yo' we ridden' till the carry the casket Damn he a ba*tard, father left him and mommy man Drug sales that money comin' in forced me back The street livin' though prison was gonna switch my plans Still flipping grams, still on that click and blam Cause if they wanna take me out I'ma k** 'em first Sit in church, pray to God, but still I did the dirt That bad side of me got me thinking of bad intentions Mask & weapon, coulda choose either the Mac or Wesson Got popped, ain't died, I seen it as a blessing sh** opened my eyes, now I ain't asking questions Blast first or your bodies sized by the next hearse And that hurts my n***a, listen to facts first Gun's lovin' a n***a thinking my gats flirt [Outro] That's just me again, twisted off the tree again DJ Concept on the beat Chain smoke