Ghetto Star

Lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] (Play that back, Joe) Yeah Ghetto Boyz shit (Damn, how you do that?) Aight, let's start this shit off [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] I'm finna pop a bar Soon as I hit the Feds, had to knock a guard Street legend, feel like Rick Ross, I am not a star, but I'm with STAR I ain't get the drank off the street, it was doctor bought I had an accident, a quarter million dollar car involved This rap shit, this my job, I'm not callin' off If I grew up in y'all hood, I wouldn't have played basketball with y'all I would've shot the park I only pick her up when it get kinda dark Lil Tay shot first, we had to pop it off He said he gon' kill me, better knock it off 'fore we knock him off [Verse 2: STAR BANDZ] I ride six deep, don't need a bodyguard I beat him up in elementary, why he actin' hard? I might be little, but the weapon I got extra large Don't keep my dogs in the crib, I keep 'em in the yard My shooters ride with clips like they make movies And I'm tryna catch a fade, but I am not Boosie Tryna see why he tryna love me, I am not Lucy Take a look up in my bag, you might see all Blueys [Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG] I'm on Bouldercrest with a pint of Act', somebody call Gucci Why you got that FN on you? Finna call Lucci Whole fit twenty racks 'cause it's all Louis Like, I went Louis from the top to the bottom I put a hole in the pint and got it out the bottom The white bitch'll put you on your ass, I call it Ronda Rousey I made dog shit off some baking soda and an ounce of powder Found out where the crib at, oh, we 'bout to stalk 'em I was finna drop a nigga if you saw me walkin' We stay in the same house, but we be hardly talkin' I knew the weed was good 'cause the Cali plug called me coughin' [Verse 4: STAR BANDZ] Float on every beat, I be barely walkin' If I got a problem, I'll have Rio come Atlanta Hawk 'em Get excited when that money counter beep, 'cause I get it often Had my brother put a hole in his head, now that boy a dolphin Wet him up like a faucet if he double-cross me Ice on my neck, I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin Green Dept. tee, I look like I play for Boston Might throw him on the truck if I ever catch him walkin' [Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG] I ain't get robbed, I left it in my locker He a piece of shit, his momma should've left him at the doctor Told him pull up, then met him with a chopper I woke up and ate filet mignon, my breakfast was a thousand With some fine shit, I met her at the college I need some more houses, I'm investin' in a property Million dollar crib, bitch, I just left from poverty Million dollar nigga, bitch, it's a blessing if you saw me