GhettoMOB lyrics

[Intro]
(Doggy made the beat)

[Verse 1: Ray Foe]
Ayy, b*tch we drink juice, we don't drink Goose
I'm at Ruth Chris sippin' on a pink deuce
Eatin' well-done lamb, no more eatin' soups
When I'm done with the Ram, I'ma get a coupe
Breaking news now, this sh*t just in
I can't even beef with a n*gga only up ten
Pocket full of blues like a n*gga just got jumped in
When your money don't fold, you can f*ck twins
Plug say he got 'em for the twenty-two
Told him I'ma tell 'em twenty-five if that's cool with you
I got the pounds in and I can get the Scooby Doo
Might put the ball in your hands, see what you can do
I f*ck with shorty, she an acrobat
Two things I can do, I can brag and trap
n*ggas hatin' on thе mob, well, imagine that
Me and Gilliе came Ram trucks back-to-back, ayy
When you gettin' money, everybody start to hate you
And f*ck all you b*tches, all you hoes ungrateful
Probably in Seattle pourin' maple up with Fatal
Or somewhere out in Cali next door to the Staples
Message from my ex-b*tch, "Call me when you able"
I'll never call your ass again, ho, I hate you
It was me and Crave in the house with no cable
And Wes, that's my brother from the grave to the cradle
Told Willie we gon' see an M off this sh*t
Told Hef we gon' see an M off this sh*t
Matter of time 'fore it's a brick on my wrist
Matter of time 'fore I put di*k in your b*tch, ayy
Smart b*tch with a dumb ass, yeah
Smart n*gga gettin' dumb cash, yeah
Ridin' on E, but got dumb gas, yeah
F's on the rims, they done flunked class, yeah
[Verse 2: Peezy]
I gave my city somethin' to be proud of
Need a rake for all this money, sh*t done piled up
Go to the safe and count two hundred thou' up
I can't complain, last week, I was at chow, yup
Every time I take a pic, I throw the Mile up
n*ggas sick we lit and they can't come around us
Came home and ran it up, I just sat down, huh
And I stood on all ten, go read my file, bum
Everybody winnin', judgin' by they pictures
You can't fool me on the 'Gram, I know you n*ggas finished
I just made another hundred, I ain't count it yet
Rio passed you n*ggas up sittin' on house arrest
Get this pape' by any means just like Malcolm X
I don't come out the house if it ain't 'bout a check
One up top in that new glizzy, I ain't gotta check
Take your ho and turn her up, now you can't get her back
I built it ground up, yeah, I'm an architect
Jumped out the car and left it runnin', this b*tch park itself
Took a loss for 80K, I had to chalk it up
Now 80K the type of sh*t I spend at Target, bum
Had a name in the streets before I had a 'Gram
Had clientele before I ever had fans
Before I ever did a show, I did it in the O
Ain't see no need to make a hit, 'cause I was hittin' the road
You can't tell me you been turnt, you wasn't at Double-O
Ask Hollywood how many times they swept it off the floor
We blow it all and get it back and then we blow some more
Think you f*ckin' with me, boy, you must be smokin' dope
How you been out here for real and don't nobody know?
How the f*ck is you a boss and all your n*ggas broke?
Took your b*tch to the marina, let her drive the boat
She on that '42, and she gon' shove it down her throat
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
If we ain't goin' to catch a body, I ain't tryna go
I got a whole pint of Quali', what you tryna pour?
She been f*ckin' everybody, but she not a ho
In and out when we go do a show, alright, it's time to go
Tizzle talk to the promoter, count the paper up
This new money, came straight out the bank, I got paper cuts
Dropped a couple 'bows to Lil Tay, make sure they weighin' up
In the hood gettin' rid of weight, I call it shapin' up
Lou say he think the drank cut, okay, shake it up
Fifty-five-hundred-dollar outfit on, but it's fake as f*ck
I just gave a n*gga b*tch my number, now they breakin' up
Supercharger on the 550'll f*ck a shaker up
I just scored a pint of Wock', we finna drop a fish
Way before I ever dropped a hit, I was droppin' sh*t
I just bought a real brick from the plug, paid in counterfeit
Even though I gotta sit, I'm thankin' God for my accomplishments