Ghetto Cypher

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (It's a Wayne beat) Shit Yeah, like we, we gon' come the right way, like (Fuck the fire, we got grease) Like, we gon' pull up with that sh—, with that shit! Damn [Verse 1: YN Jay] Hit a nigga in his watermelon, watch his head bust Gaffle Boyz, we got a lot of dough, get your bread up I beat her doonies from the side with one leg up Nigga died in a Trackhawk, he in a dead truck If you ain't gon' shoot the gun, why you hold the fire? I got a four, Ri' got a five, shit, let's pour a nine Shot a full body 'K on one knee, it got my shoulder tired Bitch hеad goin' up and down, she on a roller coaster ridе Nigga killed your main man, you supposed to slide The ambulance bought him back to life, he was supposed to die I don't want no hamburger, I just want some fries The trap house don't ever close, we need an open sign [Verse 2: RMC Mike] I prefer a sealed pint, I like to open mine Hit him up close with the Glock, he got an open mind He never made a shot, he went O for nine I'm tryna dodge a pistol charge, 'cause I'm totin' mine Steppin' on the brick in Louis V loafers Rock that bitch underarm, we don't need holsters Shit, our love come organic, we don't need posters I only ate it 'cause her pussy had a clean odor Pint of Tris, pint of Qua', we gon' mix-match 'em both You ain't never dropped an eight by yourself, niggas broke Them hoe niggas that you lookin' up to, them niggas old I'm finna drop a DTM piece, I do the most [Verse 3: VonOff1700] The opps outside, tell them niggas send the lo' When we caught that nigga, shot him from his head to his toe I just got a pint of Tris for a 'bow Think he a savage 'cause he just bought him a gun, he a hoe Soon as they say, "It's up", we leavin' niggas on the floor They pulled up on my side, I start shootin' through the door Mini Micro Drac'll turn a nigga to a ghost I just landed in Miami, finna go and buy a boat Got this FN-FN out the pile, but they think I pay a note Caught him ridin' with his bitch, Bonnie and Clyde, killed them both He my cousin and he snitchin', I don't care, he gotta go She was playin' with the dick, I had to shove it down her throat .308 super big, I knocked the head off a goat I just walked in Louis V and spent four bands on a coat He had his gun in his hand and he ran on his bro We gon' kill him on the stage if you playin' at a show [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] They hit him in his head, then did a stand over Popped the nigga top with a can opener I don't wanna fuck that bitch, but my friend wanna You can only buy a ten pack or better, not a gram server Not his pants PURPLE, what the fuck? They shot the nigga 'Maro up, it turned into a transformer Why you never go to jail, are you an informant? I left the interview early, it was important The white man just called me with some Act', I damn near walked to him Who the fuck made your jewelry, I wanna talk to 'em They hit that bitch so many times, how his car movin'? Eliantte hittin' behind the tint, thought they saw Future Like, sittin' behind five percent, you can see the chinain She give me so much head, she got a big brain Four Escalades behind me when I switch lanes Now everybody know me, I can't even use my nickname I block a car wash, come get your whip sprayed Baby, come give me some head and get your rent paid I'm a real drank sipper, you can't trick me Nigga, I was sippin' Actavis in the sixth grade He pulled a lil too close and the switch sprayed Lil nigga owe me ten bands, but his bitch paid I am not tryna fuck, I wanna get face Nigga called me, said his whip came up missin', he was with Fxce This bitch'll turn your water dirty, this a Flint drink Your mama gon' hold you down, bro, a bitch ain't I'm with a real OG killer, he got a switchblade Von put a dead body on the thumbnail, it was for clickbait [Verse 5: YN Jay, RMC Mike, VonOff1700, Rio Da Yung OG] Shit Got shot while he was on vacay, he took a big break They killed him on a cruise ship, he took a vacation Pull up right now with the pint, bro, I hate waitin' Thousand pounds in the trunk, I'm tryna dodge the weight station Is we gon' fuck or not, bitch, I hate datin' That nigga lyin' like he Muslim, he just hate bacon I'm in Puerto Rico with a case of Quagen, it's a baecation We took him to the carnival, he got his face painted Last thing that nigga seen was fire and a 'K shakin' This bitch tryna pull up, I had to Beyblade her How my day went, I bought a pint of Quagen and an eight later Real trench baby, I sat on 79th with some eighth graders