The Ghetto lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
This sh*t ain't nothin', you'll get flipped, n*gga
Model b*tch, I just crossed her off my wishlist
I be on bullsh*t, it's hard to give attention
My heart gone, Rami piece where it should be
Who you n*ggas be and where your head honcho?
Drop a hundun, it's a no-fly zone
Ain't sh*t funny and nah, we don't do the side jokin'
In the ghetto, we'll pull up with the doors open
Drop a threeski in a twenty, that's 'bout six hundred
Just bring me money, nah, b*tch, this ain't a di*k appointment
My lean habits, that could probably pay your rent for you
Bart choked him on and I spent more than ten on it
No fishbowls, even rеntals, we throw tint on 'em
Don't let him in this car, I don't know, hе might snitch on us
Dough beast pull up, just know we smokin' good cookie
Headshot a n*gga, sh*t, let him even look funny

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Drive a Benz coupe, why you pull up in the ghetto?
Heard it's money on my head, stupid ridin' by myself
Why you screamin' like a b*tch, bro? Can't nobody help you
They say you be worth too much, why you be ridin' through the ghetto?
You drive a Benz coupe, why you pull up in the ghetto?
Heard it's money on my head, stupid ridin' by myself
Why you screamin' like a b*tch, bro? Can't nobody help you
They say you worth too much, why you be ridin' through the ghetto?
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Young n*gga pullin' foreigns through the ghetto
I don't trust a soul, they'll kill me if I let 'em
Who this callin'? Oh, it's some more money? sh*t, hello
Got my mud brothers with me, I've been ballin' like LaMelo
And I got that sh*t on, my people and them tellin' me I did it
b*tch, I'm a n*gga and we still be in the trenches
Cup holder full of blues, blick on me, I'm on Central
I'm a hood star, n*gga want a quick picture with me, sh*t
Competition? Yeah, his mind playin' tricks on him
Ghetto heathens walkin' in this b*tch, yeah, we too icy
He a goofy, she gon' give the drop to me
Big guns and bad b*tches at the backyard boogie
Fat daddies in the house party, n*gga, don't be a loud mouth
Wrong move, we goin' up and every n*gga with me down for it
From the East to the West ringin' bells, we them one n*ggas
Shoot the fully with my right hand 'til it's nothin' left, n*gga
I'm a street n*gga, really from the ghetto
The last n*gga thought I was acting got stepped on
He a b*tch, knock him out of his stilettos
I'm not to be slept on, try me, he finito, ugh