Ghetto Free

Lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo? (Funk Or Die) (Primo Beats on the track) Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on Ghetto free, ayy [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] They call me Mr. F Color, I'm the best cutter Six ropes on and a link, twenty-six pointers Put her out right before I fuck 'cause the bitch boring I ain't bring no money out the crib, I made that this morning I'll barely ever drop a deuce, I'm a six pourer Poured a pint of Tris on the floor, I only sip Morton I could raise my hand, drown a bitch, 'cause my wrist water My white boy just came from up north and bought a big quarter [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Three standard clips, I dropped thirty out a SIG Sauer Pop some shit, bet I beat the case, I got a Jewish lawyer He want a verse, I'm showing love, I need twenty-three forty Niggas out here hittin' all the drank, it's a clean shortage Ghetto Boy Navy, you wanna join? Call P for it Shit talkin' drop a six of Wock', then record me Irritated, kicked her out the bed, she put her feet on me Ten thousand blues hangin' out my pocket with a sleeve on me [Verse 3: Peezy] I ain't been outta jail for three days and blew a hundred K Got out of jail at seven in the morning, went and drunk an eight Missed a business meeting with Def Jam, I woke up late Sixty-five hundred on a 'fit I wore one day All my niggas rich, you can't tell who the rapper is If the rap fail, oh well, I got a vacuum seal I done fucked around and got rich on an accident How the fuck I'm broke and I just counted up a half an M? [Verse 4: Lou Gram] What I ain't did? What bitch I ain't fuck? If I up the pistol, you better give that shit up These hoes ain't wanna fuck 'til I lit my wrist up Bust 41, had to get my bitch one Love my niggas to the grave, I'll never switch up When shit on the floor, I'll never bitch up Four of Wockhardt, I ain't sippin' on four of Coke Never put the cup down, I'ma sip 'til I'm old [Verse 5: Philthy Rich] Look, a hundred pair Amiri jeans, that's a hundred plus You ain't gotta ask twice, bitch, only wore 'em once Backwood full of Killzone, it's two grams At least two mil' in ice, me and Lou Gram All these Dracs in the stu' like I'm Cash Money My niggas know they can come and get my last from me Real Eastside nigga from my part of town Blood ain't never in his hood, he be hardly 'round [Verse 6: Baby Money] A big dog, I'm a Great Dane, every day my payday Fifty-pointer link, you can tell I had a great game I took the long way, but I guarantee the safe way Pour it when I walk out the pharm', that's a straight eight I'm sorry, VS1's dancing on the Carti Got your bitch in the mansion tip-toeing on the marble That's like ten fuckin' thousand every time a nigga call me And I take jokes like they threats, kill a nigga if he talking, easy money [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo? (Primo Beats on the track)