Ghetto FOD Boyz

Lyrics

[Intro] (My nigga Johnny got another one) (Vicky) [Verse 1: Louie Ray] I jumped back up out the car, I just was gettin' high Ain't no talkin' to me crazy, shit ain't finna fly I treat this shit like competition, ain't no you and I I tried to buy the watch up off his arm, but this bitch ain't my size Three racks for the rental, shit, today, this mines, nigga It seems like money find me, I don't get out and find niggas I'm outside, I ain't just somewhere hidin', nigga We pull up too deep for hoes, they be like, "Who all ridin' with us?" [Verse 2: Peezy] We got hoes in the front, we got hoes in the back It look like a Magic School Bus inside this Cadillac Five thousand for the Louis jacket with the hat to match One-twenty for thе platinum Rollie, ain't got no platinum plaque I had rocks in my sock like Cactus Jack Bitchеs used to walk past me, now they can't, I'm havin' racks Buy a Rollie for her, break up with the bitch, won't take it back 'Fore I walk up out this bitch again, I gotta break her back Used to drop it in the pot, spin my wrist and bring it back Twelve hundred for a circle, told him, "Fuck it, bring a stack" Me and Philthy in that Wraith on 59 like we don't rap Shoot your pussy ass fifty-nine times, you try to jack Me and Louie Ray stompin' in that 'Hawk, just caught a flat Size 46 Diors, they ain't fit, I brought 'em back You might see it on me first before they put that shit in Saks Had to take off all these Cubans, damn near broke my fuckin' neck, nigga (Yeah) [Verse 3: Lou Gram] You pocket watchin', I don't need you 'round, point blank Done ran some shit up, sixty days with no drank They can't be competition if we blowin' you away I be ballin' year 'round, all gas with no brakes We're not the same, you sell pills just to buy drank And when I was heavy with it, I was droppin' heavy eights I pray all my niggas get rich with money in the bank Just to see Soda smile, I'd give this shit away If you really havin' motion, why you watchin' mine? Stacked my first dollar up, then I got hypnotized Catch a street nigga cappin', get penalized Know some rap niggas trappin', hope they get signed [Verse 4: Philthy Rich] Look, bitch so thick, I might fuck her raw Four hundred on this Cullinan, I been fuckin' off Fell in love with the plug, I'm never runnin' off Threw a honey pack back, I'm never goin' soft I don't pop Percs, double G's on the shirt Tell that bitch get on her knees and suck it while she twerk Leave that trap on the dresser when she get off of work My ex-bitch heartbroken, mad it didn't work New Bentayga cost three-fifty Six Rollies, four Cartis, that was two-fifty These earrings and this grill, that's a cool fifty Havin' power in my city like I knew 50 [Verse 5: Toohda Band$] Percocets and lean, that's a party pack for me All my clothes designer, roll exotic in a leaf AR hold a hundred, we got Glockys with the beam I just gave her Perc' dick, I'm tryna make the pussy cream Wrestlin' with a knot, I can't fit it in my jeans Pulled off in a 'Cat, I pulled up in a Jeep Try to reach for my chains, I'ma put your ass to sleep Real shark tank my fully when I'm swimmin' in the deep It's a scope on the rifle, hit your ass from down the street Whole kit cost a grip, I think I'm finna bust my teeth Last niggas dissed the gang, we hit they block for 'bout a week I'm the type to get the pussy, see you out, and never speak Press a button to start the whip, we don't gotta use no key I got love in the hood, I get you killed for the free [Verse 6: JUST BANG] Ayy, Cardi B on my wrist, this bitch offset Seven-fifty for this BAPE, this bitch high-tech I'm like Michael with the shh, watch my arm stretch Four bitches in the room, I want all neck I just bought the whole [?][3:02] complex All this ice in my mouth make her drawers wet I can't fuck with new hoes, I need all vets Before Instagram, bitch, I had all checks Pants two-fifty, shirt two-fifty Big MACs tucked in the spot, fuck Wendy's If I get smoked, I be the opps come with me Swingin' at these niggas with this bat, Ken Griffey [Outro] (Funk Or Die)