Gheto Philosophy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) Four hours to Southfield, nigga, it's what I'm sayin' Ghetto Boyz Shit and I'ma keep sayin' it Alright [Verse] The worst thing a bitch could say to me is she pregnant The last nigga we had beef with, we beheaded him The other side tellin' on us, I'm scared of them I'm high as hell drinkin' red, man, I know the Method Man The way I ran the money up, I got seven legs Hit a rasta nigga in his head, he got seven dreads Niggas ain't stop me from shit, the tether did I'm finna write a book, then put shit talkin; in the letterhead Three thousand for this Louis V letterman 55 thousand for the watch, it's a skeleton Like I ain't sick at all, but I keep takin' medicine Stop talking 'bout what you did before, it's irrelevant When I need a peace of mind, I hit the studio I'm finna shit on y'all, I'ma need an extra booty hole Three Percs, beat a bitch down 'til her coochie swole Shoppin' in the Louis Vuitton store with all Gucci on Next day I'm walkin' through Dior with Louis on Bitch, I'm a trendsetter Pour some water on the Qualitest, I'm a thin stretcher I got the weight of the world over me, I'm a bench presser Bitch, your baby daddy not a plug, he a temp tester I ain't gon' lie, shit, I used to work at Chrysler My bitch was there when I was fucked up, it's only right I ice her They thought I was hard when I dropped Testers, but I'm kind of nicer Yeah I got some dogshit put up, but I'm kind of shiesty Every bitch I fucked said she never met nobody like me I got a Glock 9 on my hip, why you tryna fight me? Bitch, suck the dick like you grown, stop tryna bite me I don't make love, I fuck hoes hard, why you tryna ride me? Opps bought all them damn guns, I thought they was slidin' Come to find out them niggas dead, I thought they was hidin' Told y'all I'ma take this shit over, y'all thought I was lyin' A four of red and thirty Percocets, I thought I was flyin' I'm so high, I'ma need a fuckin' parachute My shooter bummy, he'll kill you for a pair of shoes Four O's of Wock' by myself, I drunk a pair of twos I'm gettin' money, I could fuck any bitch I want Nowadays, it's eighteen hundred for every six I pour I don't get high, but I just bought another fuckin' zip to smoke This drunk bitch threw up, then asked me, "Where the liquor go?" Lift her leg up and penetrate her, now she pigeon-toed Made this knot in sixty seconds, this a minute roll Twenty-eight hundred all dubs, that's a trickin' roll Gettin' money, doin' anything, I might dip my gold The first time I caught a homicide was at the liquor store Had to pay a thousand dollars just to buy the footie Ain't shit sweet, but I be in L.A tryna buy a cookie Any bitch'll let me fuck for free, I ain't buyin' pussy