作词 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
作曲 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Yeah, Ghetto Boy shit, ****
You know what the **** goin' on
Money is not everything
Free the whole ghetto
I'm back in my mood now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get to this shit
What y'all want? Alright
Aye, it's the Yung OG, I just poured a three
****, **** a za bag, I just sold a tree
I still'll pass my man the ball, I got a open three
C got a six of Act', I told him hold a three
Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it's me
Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach
This shit feel different when you independent
I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend a chicken
Run up on some fast shit and get killed in Lenox
Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
Beat his head with the Glock till the pistol bendin'
You a little ****
I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
Louis bag got chicken in it
Brown pint of Hi-Tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
Yesterday, I fried a twelve hard, not a chicken dinner
Why you braggin' on that AP and my kitchen bigger?
You run around ownin' **** and I got Ricky with me
Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen ****
They ain't die, but we still got our point across
My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft
Next time I go to Jersey, knockin' Toya off
I done made so much paper' I'm above the law
I knew that wasn't no real Activis, it ain't numb my jaw
I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
Yeah, I let you **** my bitch, she was never mine
I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
C got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob
All I do is count dog shit, I need a bank teller job
Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
I just found a four of Act', I feel better now
I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse
The Yung OG 'nem back in the city, bring your cheddar out
BM beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
Don't really give a **** about this crib, I done slept on couches
Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
The first time I drunk Act' had my nose snotty
And why the **** you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
And I can really tell you ain't go to Wafi
I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder
Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand
[00:00.000] 作词 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
[00:00.440] 作曲 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
[00:00.881]Yeah, Ghetto Boy shit, ****
[00:03.901]You know what the **** goin' on
[00:05.607]Money is not everything
[00:08.105]Free the whole ghetto
[00:11.301]I'm back in my mood now, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:14.149]Get to this shit
[00:17.064]What y'all want? Alright
[00:19.725]Aye, it's the Yung OG, I just poured a three
[00:22.925]****, **** a za bag, I just sold a tree
[00:25.309]I still'll pass my man the ball, I got a open three
[00:27.921]C got a six of Act', I told him hold a three
[00:30.393]Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it's me
[00:33.010]Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach
[00:35.806]This shit feel different when you independent
[00:38.066]I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
[00:40.661]Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend a chicken
[00:43.094]Run up on some fast shit and get killed in Lenox
[00:45.427]Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
[00:48.183]Beat his head with the Glock till the pistol bendin'
[00:50.702]You a little ****
[00:52.002]I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
[00:54.474]I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
[00:56.916]I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
[00:59.289]Louis bag got chicken in it
[01:00.839]Brown pint of Hi-Tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
[01:03.207]This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
[01:05.628]Yesterday, I fried a twelve hard, not a chicken dinner
[01:08.408]Why you braggin' on that AP and my kitchen bigger?
[01:10.763]You run around ownin' **** and I got Ricky with me
[01:13.376]Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
[01:15.934]Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen ****
[01:18.493]They ain't die, but we still got our point across
[01:20.644]My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft
[01:23.589]Next time I go to Jersey, knockin' Toya off
[01:26.070]I done made so much paper' I'm above the law
[01:28.270]I knew that wasn't no real Activis, it ain't numb my jaw
[01:31.080]I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
[01:33.665]Yeah, I let you **** my bitch, she was never mine
[01:35.979]I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
[01:38.392]C got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
[01:41.268]Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob
[01:43.232]All I do is count dog shit, I need a bank teller job
[01:46.209]Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
[01:48.556]Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
[01:51.339]I just found a four of Act', I feel better now
[01:53.741]I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
[01:56.136]He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
[01:58.752]At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
[02:01.227]Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
[02:04.127]Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
[02:06.124]Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse
[02:08.718]The Yung OG 'nem back in the city, bring your cheddar out
[02:11.573]BM beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
[02:14.334]Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
[02:16.582]On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
[02:18.811]Don't really give a **** about this crib, I done slept on couches
[02:21.666]Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
[02:23.932]Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
[02:26.691]Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
[02:29.104]The first time I drunk Act' had my nose snotty
[02:31.718]And why the **** you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
[02:34.363]And I can really tell you ain't go to Wafi
[02:36.715]I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder
[02:39.115]Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand