Ghetto Clicc lyrics

[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets selling crack
Throwing 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: 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 accepting everything that come with it (Cash)
I ain't broke, I'm fo' sho' ain't no snitch (Rat)
The era that I'm from we was beefing with the Crips (It’s the Clicc)
Never thought I'd get this old or get rich (Money)
Where n*ggas at? I just crashеd another Benz (Skrrr)
My n*gga ain't get caught with no kilos
Hе still got life on the phone trying to 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 asking for no help, I ain't asking for no favors
Every month a n*gga gotta net at least a hunnid bands (Cash)
Once you cross the other side, know there ain't no coming back (None)
Flying 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 rapping (It's the Clicc)
[Chorus: G Perico & Peezy]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets selling crack
Throwing 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 2: 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
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 running up to cars, pocket full of nicks (I got it)
Fresh as hell at the house parties, throwing 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 and 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?
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 selling crack
Throwing 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'
Ayy, DJ, play this sh*t back