Ghetto Boy

(album: 2 Faced - 2019)

(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Yeah, yeah
It's Rio
Ghetto Boyz in this bitch, nigga, free P

I'm a motherfucking Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate
I give props when they due, I don't never hate
Skip the line at the club, I don't never wait
In the Scat' running lights, I don't never brake
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

Move the bag quick as fuck, ain't got a lick of patience
Eight of Wock', eight of red in one lemonade
Drink the bitch and take a nap, call that medicating
Thought about it 'fore we drunk the pint, that's premeditation
Oh, the bag just touched down? Now let's celebrate
Oh, your Cash App ain't workin'? I take other payments
Move the bag on my own, don't need no inspiration
I'm finna show you how to stack it, this a demonstration
Nigga, pay attention
Bro in Cali pimping hoes, he be breaking bitches
I'm finna cook a whole brick, it's gon' take a minute
I can't use a scale, it's too much weight, I be breaking benches

I'm a motherfucking Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate
I give props when they due, I don't never hate
Skip the line at the club, I don't never wait
In the Scat' running lights, I don't never brake
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch his body rise
I'm finna put the red on hold, it's Wocky time
Couldn't conceal my AR pistol, it's Glocky time
I done took four Perc-10s, I'm on a Roxy time
He was broke and weak, he got some money, he cocky now
Baby, I ain't tryna fuck, just top me down
I hate pigs and I just wanna beef, I'm an ahki now
This dog hitting hard as fuck, it'll knock Rocky out
I'm a Ghetto Boy, baby, free Big P
And I'm quick to chase a nigga down, I got big feet
The SK'll turn a nigga engine block to Swiss cheese
These ain't no Puma runners, baby, these some big B's
Take the shake out a pound, sell it for the low
Take some flour out of town, come back with hella dough
Bitch, I heard you loud and clear, the fuck you yelling for?
I grew up 'round fiends, all my life, I been smelling dope

I'm a motherfucking Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate
I give props when they due, I don't never hate
Skip the line at the club, I don't never wait
In the Scat' running lights, I don't never brake
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

I'm a motherfucking Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8