Max P - Ghetto lyrics

"Yo wats good its ya boy wifisfuneral shout out my n-- Max P Gang sh** squad sh** (Hood rich n---)" AdamOnTheTrack Hell no x4 "Yo this SOLOMONDAGOD, y'already know this a hood rich exclusive f**ing with my brother Max P gang gang" Hood rich Imma ghetto kid pops locked up ghetto mammas Got an old Glock in my hood call it ghetto mamma Need it buss at your a** cos it quit talking Got eagles hanging out the windows p**y get lost Hes trying to look back ? and im ? and I'm ? you Hes trying to look back ? and im ? you ? (you know I shot him) Imma ghetto kid pops locked up ghetto mammas Got an old Glock in my hood call it ghetto mamma (CC, CC) Need it buss at you a** cos it quit talking (CC, CC) Got eagles hanging out the windows p**y get lost Hes trying to look back ? and im ? and I'm ? you Hes trying to look back ? and im ? you ? (you know I shot him) ? got a ? with a tech 9 Better shoot your a** with a 45 Ski mask? at ur head but your head ? Now I'm serving chickens while All? I pop off Murder scene run up pull up pull up its a drive by x2 Most of these n--- is snitches x2 Most of ya'll end up a victim x2 Most of these n--- is snitches x2 Most of ya'll end up a victim x2 Hood rich Why they do that? x2 Too many thots, not enough liquor Too many loud noises without the words to say Too many toonies riding without nothin to spray Too many do it big I do it bigger Titchin? saucin wildin flipping digits I got Max up in the kitchen, he gone spray it to you like a pigeon He flying whippin birds I'm flying on vacation I'm stealing hoes cross the nation You worthless like inflation I been patience Waiting waiting on my time dog You can't minus it It take time to refine this sh** the whole worlds a mile of? sh** Found diamonds in ? rises And make time for the time to sh** You could time this sh**, gimme a sec And rewind this sh**, eh Violent sh**, Im alive im lit Like stadium lights but f** radio hype This a blessing, prey for me Mother Mary she lay with me Devil stay with me But believe it they coming conceited I must think Im genius I dont give a f** bout the preaching Eh, its all ? Protect ya neck from these demons Cos they schemin on you And I stay with the ? Im Cleaning up Beat em up Bag em up Tie em up Mohammed Ali stepping who flexing? Who testing me dog? With it with it no more I ain't with that bullsh** I come through with my bullsh** like eh Gang (Hood rich) My pops died when I was a jit I ain't with all that f** sh** You ain't talking nothing to me You ain't stepping to me Too many thots and not enough liquor Too many f... Too many toolies without nothin to spray Nothin to spray Stay where you lay I stay with the K They know I dont play Thats on my mamma Too many loud noises, not a word to say Nothing to spray I do it big im with the squad We might let it rain let it spray every day Every day Dirty Costello