Ghetto Boy Shit (Feat. RMC Mike)

Yeah Who the hell is Carlo Bitch Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga Hey Verse 1: RMC Mike I just pulled off from the 6, pulled up on your bitch, hey I just pulled up with a stick, put one in your shit, hey I just started off with shit, now I'm feelin' rich Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906 Low-key bro mad as hell, 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' niggas in the feds 'cause he got life in it White bitch got some good head, but she got lice in it Bitch ain't tryna fuck 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' shit Go Carbon fiber ARs with trigger hairs on it My bitch booty so damn big, I could sit a chair on it Not sittin' in a chair, sit a chair on her Damn Told her I'ma shut her ass up, she keep saying, Purr Damn Twelve Wock' lines in a two, think shit a cure Yeah Fucked her raw and didn't catch shit, I am too pure Yeah Almost put a bullet in the wrong nigga, we was not sure Niggas 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 Damn, damn I let my cash talk Damn This bitch could lay on her back and let her ass walk Walk, go I know you miss your mans He's never coming back, shit 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 teeth, bitch, I'm X-Man Unc whip this shit up with perfection, got the best grams Nigga pulled up with an S10, I let the 'Vette spin This shit right here'll cave your vest in, it's a FN I'm just tryna fuck my best friend watchin' Netflix Draco flash when I send a shot, I take the best pics Let a nigga touch one of my brothers, equal death wish Lot of fuck niggas 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 shit depressin' Ain't nothin' but some killers and some hustlers in my section PLR with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon Yachty said he like that shit 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 Niggas be bitchin' too much, they cycle too long Outro: Lil Yachty It's us