Ghetto Fox lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung Og]
b*tch, I'm with lil' Fox
We just put a three of Tris in a lil' pot
10 milli' clean, put the switch on a lil' Glock
He tried to block it, but I hit him with the hook shot
We got the hood hot
Rob the Yung Og, I think you should not
I signed a n*gga in the feds, I felt like Suge Knight
We just found some glass of red, it's a good night
I been through so much sh*t in my life, I got a book to write
Sosa ain't got drank, I'm with Snook tonight
Snatch a n*gga ice, he re-dropped, then we took it twice
If my mama hear I'm dead, the drank took my life
The n*gga sold me fake drank, so I took the pint
I'm tryna chеck for Karo, that's why I shook the pint
I just drank a four raw, I got a crooked eyе
sh*t talkin', but I might just do a hook tonight
Told Will, "Gas the PJ up, we ain't bookin' flights"

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I got tall hoes, same height as Dior Dess
In the street for real, my model b*tch in the feds
Pop out Chrome Heart, I grabbed the Brabus truck from Bagg
G5 the jet to a Tris pint when I land
My grandma still live where Zai died, gave her a K
It ain't sh*t to make a hit, pus*y, I'm on plaque number eight
I'm f*ckin' on a booster, her ass shaped like a eight
They crashin' out about me, I got Foxes every state
Ah, life lit for real, now I get high with Rod Wave
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung Og]
Like be for real, how you dodge nine k's?
Million dollar check and ain't been home for nine days
They heard the Yung Og home, this sh*t look like a Lions game
Ten'll get you hit, a dub, crime pays
Had to leave the messy b*tch, she playin' Facebook live games
My son got a stick for Christmas, I ain't buyin' games
Promethazine with codeine, I ain't buyin' plain
'Less it's plain presi's
I'll bust a platinum down, n*gga, I ain't petty
You say you want a quarter brick, I got a nine ready
It's a safety on the Draco, but the 9 ready

[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
Fox p*ss on a b*tch, just like R. Kelly
Locked in with Ja, I had a Glock when they played the Celtics
Fox caught two before he died, now he in heaven
Rio was locked in August, talkin' 'bout n*gga was his celly
Seventy for the presi'
He can't come around this sh*t, that boy died, he gon' tell it
Take a sh*t on the rap game, I know they smell me
Ratchet ho bummin', thought I had sex with Sexyy
How much for a show? Fifty-three plus seven
Foxes on tour with me, how many? Twenty-seven
Lil' Fox ain't got sh*t, he'll kill you for a seven
How much I put on his head? The f*ckin' Rolls Spectre
Never mind, hit baby Fox, he'll kill you for some leisure
Jordan 11s
I got real killers in heaven
How much we poured up? Eleven
How many them Percs [Lil Jay?] off? Eleven
White thick b*tch got cake like Lil Debbie