Ghetto Clicc (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' up the G
That's when I was young, now I'm a OG
I ain't never have job and I ain't never stopped ballin'

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Dope dealer, huggin' the curb like most n*ggas
Lil' 50 Bubbles gave hope to a broke n*gga (Yeah)
Soon as I flipped the onion, I told him, "We on, n*gga"
Went and copped a grill, would cross down the road with it (Yeah)
Now AMG, I'm slidin' with soul strippers
Brodie on the run, he popped up the wrong n*gga (Yeah)
Trap house buckin', they left me alone in it
Told the label, "I'll leave it, you give me a whole ticket" (Hey)
Yeah, and I ain't fell off since
f*ck the homicidal unit, I ain't tell y'all sh*t, it's on the pebbles
Big dog 'round this motherf*cker, drop webbles, that ain't on my level
Far as Ms go, we acc*mulated several
Starvin' 'round a mozzarella fella, I wouldn't let him (Yeah)
Riches out my jurisdiction when the dust settle
With bodies on my résumé, deserve every medal, who you tellin', n*gga?

[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' up the G
That's when I was young, now I'm a OG
I ain't never have job and I ain't never stopped ballin'
[Verse 2: G Perico]
Yeah, look, uh, ain't no future in that front sh*t (Nope)
n*ggas broke, steady stuck on that dumb sh*t
I ain't never seen you in the hood, where you from, n*gga? (Where you from?)
I'm into life acceptin' everything that come with it (Cash)
I ain't broke, I'm fo' sure ain't no snitch (Rat)
The era that I'm from, we was beefin' with the Crips (It's the Clicc)
Never thought I'd get this old or get rich (Money)
Where n*ggas at? I just crashed another Benz (Skrrt)
My n*gga ain't get caught with no kilos, he still got life on the phone tryna talk in code
Innerprize Clicc on everything I own
After eighteen years, Baby Town, welcome home (Welcome home)
First, they love you, then they hate you, that's just in a n*ggas nature (f*ck y'all)
I ain't askin' for no help, I ain't askin' for no favors
Every month a n*gga gotta net at least a hundred bands (Cash)
Once you cross the other side, know there ain't no comin' back (None)
Flyin' in my old school with them big rims on it
When I jump out, baby girl, take a picture of me (Cheese)
Post it on the 'Gram, it's the Clicc, it's the caption
I was ballin' in the streets, but I'm rich off this rappin' (It's the Clicc)

[Chorus: G Perico & Peezy]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' up the G
That's when I was young, now I'm a OG
I ain't never have job (Me either, Ghetto) and I ain't never stopped ballin' (Go)
[Verse 3: Peezy]
It's the Clicc and the Ghetto Boys (Uh-huh), Ghetto Boys Clicc (It's us)
Forty grand in my khakis, that's that Ghetto Boys sh*t (Forty ball)
Mama turned her back on me, so I turned to the strip (I'm outside now)
I never learned how to cartwheel (Uh-huh), but I can make a flip (I can make flips)
I got a baddie in the trap house and we just made a flick (For real)
She want to put tape on OnlyFans, man, this b*tch sick (Man, this b*tch crazy)
I was young runnin' up to cars, pocket full of nicks (I got it)
Fresh as hell at the house parties, throwin' up the six (6 Mile in this b*tch)
I ain't never had a job but somehow I'm still lit (Yeah)
I ain't never stop ballin' (Uh-huh) and you ain't never left the bench (You ain't never left the bench)
I'm a OG, I be still on that dumb sh*t (Still on that dumb sh*t)
My lil' n*ggas love strikers so I buy 'em just for them
Just was takin' over small times, how'd it come to this? (How the f*ck?)
BET Awards, quarter worth of jewelry with my b*tch (No lie)
First goal was a million, then I knocked off the list (Come on)
We don't care 'bout your street cred' if you ain't got no chips (pus*y n*gga)
It's the Clicc, n*gga

[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' up the G
That's when I was young, now I'm a OG
I ain't never have job and I ain't never stopped ballin'
[Outro: G Perico]
Ayy, DJ, play this sh*t back