Free The Ghetto lyrics

(Intro)
[Coach me joey]
Yeah
[DODBH]
[f*ck these n*ggas man]
Aye free the ghetto man
[? I ain't trippin']
Y'all know how she was coming
[f*ck you mean]

(Verse 1)
Aye, if you hearin' this it's too late
Two hoes at Ruth's Chris, I need two plates
Carry out for my b*tch, I ain't sh*t, yeah I know
I couldn't do sh*t for my b*tch I was broke
But I got racks now
Turnin' hip on these n*ggas, I'm the bad guy
Pulled the whip to bro crib, find the stash spot
Once he put them b*tches up imma mash out
[I'm on, imma call you when I get there n*gga]
Aye, P was in the K, I had with my way
Facetimin' brodie, damn what you do today
I started off shooting videos with super ray
I'm on my slime boss sh*t, ain't nobody safe
Ain't nobody give me sh*t
Got a text from your hoe, like Face, where you at, give me di*k
You ain't even paying rent, why you talkin' cray
n*gga I'm a walking lick, shoot him in his face
Auntie told me watch these n*ggas
That's my baby watch me rock these n*ggas
[Straight to sleep]
Flood that muhf*cka, throw something on my wrist
I'm in Saks doing something for my kid, yeah
Sad turnt, get ya mans burnt
Right now I'm mad at your b*tch, she made the wrong turn
[What you doing?]
Pulling thru your hood, I'm like what up worm
Never put the bag on you, you a cussed on
[f*ck on]
Aye, I never say these n*ggas' name, what the f*ck fo'
[f*ck imma say yo name for n*gga]
n*ggas talking, they don't know me, but I'm up tho
Watch they let my mans out, we go right back to ballin'
b*tches was frontin on a n*gga, now they crawlin'
You know that juice flowing thru my veins when I'm talkin'
Channel sneaks, rocked 'em for a week, they thought I lost 'em
[Got a couple of them muhf*ckas]
Get the f*ck on..
[f*ck y'all]
n*ggas di*k suckin' again

(Verse 2)
Big boy business, I got snoop chicken
20 pints to a 30, I need two kitchens
Had my gunners tap the car, no matter who in it
Why don't you give that sh*t to me, I know what to do with it
They put the bag in my hand, n*ggas bullsh*ttin'
Once you make yo [....] I be done with it
Mike Amiri jeans with my gun in it
[It's on me]
Flipped ten thousand beans with my son in here
Nah for real, I'm for real
I was out there with the fiends, n*ggas fiendin' for a deal
I woke up with two hoes, I ain't think this sh*t was real
Gave they ass a rack a piece, that ain't sh*t but a seal
[That ain't sh*t]
n*ggas calling me the goat, this my life, not a skill
n*ggas still ain't had a dub, f*ck yo age, boy you lil'
Pop rebel bands, pop out, poppin' pills
[Aye Face slow down, we all dyin' just to be for real]

(Outro)
[n*gga]
[Ouu.. DODBH]