Livernois lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, y'all know what it is, boy
This Amber, OG Amber, boy
Best of Linwood, n*gga, man, you know what it is, boy
Gettin' them blue jeans in, everything, them reggie 'bows
Them super corns, everything, man, we been doin' this sh*t 'round here, boy
You already know it (Damn, E, this a classic)
Baby Ray, Lil Blade, baby, you know we gettin' it

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
What made you think? (What made you think?), ice diamond links (Yeah)
I can run my b*tch in Louis, came a long way from Pink (Came a long way)
That money on my mind, think I need to see a shrink
They done took my n*gga Weezy, but it's welcome home to Dink (Welcome home)
I'm a 6 Mile baby (Yeah), Brick Mile
Used to be plottin' on a lick, I'm a lick now (I'm up)
They think I'm rich 'cause my pockets stuffed, that's just ten thou'
Think she special 'cause I let her f*ck me at the big house (Okay)
Ayy, I'm a Detroit player (Huh?), white-buff trifler (Trife)
Introduce you to that bag, n*gga, turn you right up (Right up)
Naw, I ain't IUR, n*gga, but I'm iced up (Iced)
I heard it's a drought, but we got 'em, so the price up
Heard through the grapevine n*ggas on me, get your life took
You gon' end up on a shirt out here tryna get your stripes up (Huh?)
And every day a gamble, I ain't even pick the dice up (Uh-uh)
Man, it's 5 in the morning, Nutty workin' 'cause them sites up
I just made a bad b*tch hit the store for some ice cups (Bad b*tch)
I just made my lil' n*gga hit the road full of white stuff (Yeah)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & Lil Blade]
What made you think that you can ever be a Ghetto Boy?
Uh, yeah, you better have some cheddar, boy (Yeah)
I took the coupe and pushed it sideways up Livernois
Yeah, yeah, them boys makin' hella noise (Yeah)
I'm humble, 'cause that flexin' I be doin', they ain't ready for it
Yeah, these n*ggas ain't ready for it
Real n*gga, real in my blood, thank my daddy for it
Yeah (Ayy), yeah, these n*ggas they already know it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Blade]
b*tch, blunt full of Runtz (Runtz), neck full of chunks (Chunks)
What made you think that my b*tch'd let you f*ck? (The f*ck?)
What made you think that you could run with the mob? (Sit down)
Goin' broke playin' keep up, lil' n*gga, get a job (Come on)
Yeah, crib with the pond, really had it, ask my mama, though (I did)
In a Nike Tech, but my lady wearin' Prada, though
Name mean money, that's some sh*t that I ain't gotta post (Duh)
And I'm just gettin' started, man, that's what they gotta know
Run up fifty in the D and blow it all in Atlanta
Hold my chain up and cheese, I ain't runnin' from no camera (Cheese)
Pull it out your pocket, drop it all in a Fanta
Leave the hood with a lo', come through the 'burbs like I'm Santa, n*gga (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Babyface Ray & Lil Blade]
What made you think that you can ever be a Ghetto Boy?
Uh, yeah, you better have some cheddar, boy (Yeah)
I took the coupe and pushed it sideways up Livernois
Yeah, yeah, them boys makin' hella noise (Yeah)
I'm humble, 'cause that flexin' I be doin', they ain't ready for it
Yeah, these n*ggas ain't ready for it
Real n*gga, real in my blood, thank my daddy for it
Yeah, yeah, these n*ggas they already know it