Ghetto Free lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?
(Funk Or Die)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin' on
Ghetto free, ayy

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
They call me Mr. F Color, I’m the best cutter
Six ropes on and a link, twenty-six pointers
Put her out right before I f*ck 'cause the b*tch boring
I ain't bring no money out the crib, I made that this morning
I’ll barely ever drop a deuce, I'm a six pourer
Poured a pint of Tris on the floor, I only sip Morton
I could raise my hand, drown a b*tch, 'cause my wrist water
My white boy just came from up north and bought a big quarter

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Three standard clips, I dropped thirty out a SIG Sauer
Pop some sh*t, bet I beat the case, I got a Jewish lawyer
He want a verse, I'm showing love, I need twenty-three forty
n*ggas out here hittin' all the drank, it's a clean shortage
Ghetto Boy Navy, you wanna join? Call P for it
sh*t talkin' drop a six of Wock', then record me
Irritated, kicked her out the bed, she put her feet on me
Ten thousand blues hangin’ out my pocket with a sleeve on me
[Verse 3: Peezy]
I ain’t been outta jail for three days and blew a hundred K
Got out of jail at seven in the morning, went and drunk an eight
Missed a business meeting with Def Jam, I woke up late
Sixty-five hundred on a 'fit I wore one day
All my n*ggas rich, you can’t tell who the rapper is
If the rap fail, oh well, I got a vacuum seal
I done f*cked around and got rich on an accident
How the f*ck I'm broke and I just counted up a half an M?

[Verse 4: Lou Gram]
What I ain't did? What b*tch I ain't f*ck?
If I up the pistol, you better give that sh*t up
These hoes ain’t wanna f*ck 'til I lit my wrist up
Bust 41, had to get my b*tch one
Love my n*ggas to the grave, I'll never switch up
When sh*t on the floor, I'll never b*tch up
Four of Wockhardt, I ain't sippin' on four of Coke
Never put the cup down, I'ma sip 'til I'm old

[Verse 5: Philthy Rich]
Look, a hundred pair Amiri jeans, that's a hundred plus
You ain't gotta ask twice, b*tch, only wore 'em once
Backwood full of Killzone, it's two grams
At least two mil' in ice, me and Lou Gram
All these Dracs in the stu' like I'm Cash Money
My n*ggas know they can come and get my last from me
Real Eastside n*gga from my part of town
Blood ain't never in his hood, he be hardly 'round
[Verse 6: Baby Money]
A big dog, I'm a Great Dane, every day my payday
Fifty-pointer link, you can tell I had a great game
I took the long way, but I guarantee the safe way
Pour it when I walk out the pharm', that's a straight eight
I'm sorry, VS1's dancing on the Carti
Got your b*tch in the mansion tip-toeing on the marble
That's like ten f*ckin' thousand every time a n*gga call me
And I take jokes like they threats, kill a n*gga if he talking, easy money

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?
(Primo Beats on the track)