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letra de ghetto boy shit - lil yachty

[intro: rmc mike]
yeah
(who the h-ll is carlo?)
b-tch
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga
hey

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i just pulled off from the 6, pulled up on your b-tch, hey
i just pulled up with a stick, put one in your sh-t, hey
i just started off with sh-t, now i’m feelin’ rich
unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906
low-key bro mad as h-ll, he couldn’t find no tris
he tryna stunt with thirty-six, he need to hide his wrists
bored with the lean, i grabbed the vernors, drop a pint in it
i just rolled up a ‘wood with my opp’s life in it
unc’ stabbin’ n-ggas in the feds ’cause he got life in it
white b-tch got some good head, but she got lice in it
b-tch ain’t tryna f-ck the squad for free, what’s the price for it?
bustdown cartier wires with the lightest tint

[verse 2: lil yachty]
when i die, burn my money, i ain’t sharin’ sh-t (go)
carbon fiber ars with trigger hairs on it
my b-tch booty so d-mn big, i could sit a chair on it
not sittin’ in a chair, sit a chair on her (d-mn)
told her i’ma shut her ass up, she keep saying, “purr” (d-mn)
twelve wock’ lines in a two, think sh-t a cure (yeah)
f-cked her raw and didn’t catch sh-t, i am too pure (yeah)
almost put a bullet in the wrong n-gga, we was not sure
n-ggas shouldn’t’ve even returned to our opps, that’s your dad fault (go)
pulled up in a coupe, it was all black, look like asphalt (d-mn, d-mn)
i let my cash talk (d-mn)
this b-tch could lay on her back and let her ass walk (walk, go)
i know you miss your mans
he’s never coming back, sh-t had hit the fan
knew that i would always be rich, it was in the plans (yes)
i am in a million-dollar club, i don’t flex grams
[verse 3: rmc mike]
eighty monster fangs in my t–th, b-tch, i’m x-man
unc whip this sh-t up with perfection, got the best grams
n-gga pulled up with an s10, i let the ‘vette spin
this sh-t right here’ll cave your vest in, it’s a fn
i’m just tryna f-ck my best friend watchin’ netflix
draco flash when i send a shot, i take the best pics
let a n-gga touch one of my brothers, equal death wish
lot of f-ck n-ggas ran out of bound when i step in
ten thousand blues, shipped ’em outta town just for a necklace
ghetto boyz signed lil boat, we some legends
don’t come around actin’ all weird, that sh-t depressin’
ain’t nothin’ but some k!llers and some hustlers in my section
plr with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon
yachty said he like that sh-t talkin’ too, so we connected

[verse 4: lil yachty]
if rmc stand for rich man clique, then i’m in it too
first car i got was a g-wagen, it was baby blue
used to drive my mom’s bm-dub, it was a different hue
ridin’ ’round in the whip with a logo the letter after q
twenty thousand in cash for a photo, i am not like you
used to ride around in a stolo, we was different dudes
(we known), known for breaking rules
dog got out of jail, he doin’ right, they tryna call him clone
say they was gon’ rob me, i said, “who?” like i’m michael jones
n-ggas be b-tchin’ too much, they cycle too long
[outro: lil yachty]
it’s us

- lil yachty

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