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lirik lagu ghetto boy shit – lil yachty

[intro: rmc mike]
yeah
(who the h*ll is carlo?)
b*tch
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
hey

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i just pulled off from the 6, pulled up on your b*tch, hey
i just pulled up with a stick, put one in your sh*t, hey
i just started off with sh*t, now i’m feelin’ rich
unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906
low*key bro mad as h*ll, he couldn’t find no tris
he tryna stunt with thirty*six, he need to hide his wrists
bored with the lean, i grabbed the vernors, drop a pint in it
i just rolled up a ‘wood with my opp’s life in it
unc’ stabbin’ n*ggas in the feds ’cause he got life in it
white b*tch got some good head, but she got lice in it
b*tch ain’t tryna f*ck the squad for free, what’s the price for it?
bustdown cartier wires with the lightest tint

[verse 2: lil yachty]
when i die, burn my money, i ain’t sharin’ sh*t (go)
carbon fiber ars with trigger hairs on it
my b*tch booty so d*mn big, i could sit a chair on it
not sittin’ in a chair, sit a chair on her (d*mn)
told her i’ma shut her ass up, she keep saying, “purr” (d*mn)
twelve wock’ lines in a two, think sh*t a cure (yeah)
f*cked her raw and didn’t catch sh*t, i am too pure (yeah)
almost put a bullet in the wrong n*gga, we was not sure
n*ggas shouldn’t’ve even returned to our opps, that’s your dad fault (go)
pulled up in a coupe, it was all black, look like asphalt (d*mn, d*mn)
i let my cash talk (d*mn)
this b*tch could lay on her back and let her ass walk (walk, go)
i know you miss your mans
he’s never coming back, sh*t had hit the fan
knew that i would always be rich, it was in the plans (yes)
i am in a million*dollar club, i don’t flex grams
[verse 3: rmc mike]
eighty monster fangs in my t**th, b*tch, i’m x*man
unc whip this sh*t up with perfection, got the best grams
n*gga pulled up with an s10, i let the ‘vette spin
this sh*t right here’ll cave your vest in, it’s a fn
i’m just tryna f*ck my best friend watchin’ netflix
draco flash when i send a shot, i take the best pics
let a n*gga touch one of my brothers, equal death wish
lot of f*ck n*ggas ran out of bound when i step in
ten thousand blues, shipped ’em outta town just for a necklace
ghetto boyz signed lil boat, we some legends
don’t come around actin’ all weird, that sh*t depressin’
ain’t nothin’ but some k!llers and some hustlers in my section
plr with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon
yachty said he like that sh*t talkin’ too, so we connected

[verse 4: lil yachty]
if rmc stand for rich man clique, then i’m in it too
first car i got was a g*wagen, it was baby blue
used to drive my mom’s bm*dub, it was a different hue
ridin’ ’round in the whip with a logo the letter after q
twenty thousand in cash for a photo, i am not like you
used to ride around in a stolo, we was different dudes
(we known), known for breaking rules
dog got out of jail, he doin’ right, they tryna call him clone
say they was gon’ rob me, i said, “who?” like i’m michael jones
n*ggas be b*tchin’ too much, they cycle too long
[outro: lil yachty]
it’s us

- lil yachty

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