Ghetto Poet lyrics

[Verse]
We gon' dance, drink, twist up our fingers
All the bad b*tches wanna get with the gangsters
Come pick a fly n*gga from the clique
We got money, we got blicks, we top sh*t
Top Crip, drive around in hot sh*t
Shake the city every time that we drop sh*t
Me and Steelz like somethin' you ain't never seen
Underground kings with iced out Clicc rings
Underdogs, but now we in a big league
Masked up, tryna see what the lick read
George Jefferson III, anybody make a funny move, lеave that n*gga on the curb
Steak 48, I'm Shirlеy Temple
Dead homies, I love my beautician
Dead homies, I'm up on you n*ggas
On the dead homies, I'm gunnin' for you n*ggas
Lamborghinis in real life, all on the TV in real life, the sh*t you n*ggas dream is my real life
Through all the clout and the fame, n*gga, still the same
Ghetto, pour it for the city, Crip James