Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Boy Sh*t, artist - Lil Yachty.
Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Song language: English
Ghetto Boy Sh*t |
Yea |
(Who The Hell Is Carlo?) |
Bitch |
GhettoBoyShit (Hey) |
I just pulled off in a six, pulled up on yo bitch (Hey) |
I just pulled up with a stick, put one in yo shit (Hey) |
I just started off with shit, now I’m feelin' rich (Huh) |
Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906 (Huh) |
Lowkey bro mad as hell, he couldn’t find no tris |
He tried to stunt with 36, he need to hide his wrists |
Bored with the lean, I grabbed the Vernors, drop a pint in it |
I just rolled up a wood with my opp’s life in it |
Unc' stabbing niggas in the feds 'cause he got life in it |
Quiet bitch got some good head, but she got lice in it |
Bitch ain’t tryna fuck the squad for free, what’s the price for it? |
Buss down Cartier wires with the lightest tints |
When I die burn my money, I ain’t sharing shit (Go) |
Carbon fiber ARs with the trigger hairs on it |
My bitch booty so damn big, I could sit a chair on it |
Not sitting in a chair, sit a chair on her (Damn) |
Told her I’m a shut her ass up if she keep saying «Prrr» (Damn) |
Twelve Wock lines in the two, think this shit a cure (Yeah) |
Fucked her raw and didn’t catch shit, I am too pure (Yeah) |
Almost put a bullet in the wrong nigga, we was not sure |
Niggas- opps, that’s yo dad fault |
Pulled up in a coupe it was all black, look like a asphalt (Damn, damn) |
I let my cash talk (Damn) |
This bitch could lay on her back and let her ass walk (Walk, go) |
I know you miss yo mans |
He’s never coming back, shit had hit the fan |
Knew that I would always be rich, It was in the plans (Yes) |
I am in a million dollar club, I don’t flex grams |
80 miles for fangs in my teeth, Bitch I’m X-Man |
Unc whip this shit up with perfection, got the best grams |
Nigga pulled up with a X10, I let the Vette spin |
This shit right here will cave your vest in, it’s a FN |
I’m just tryna fuck my best friend watching Netflix |
Draco flash when I send a shot, I take the best pics |
Let a nigga touch one of my brothers, equal death wish |
Lot of fuck niggas ran out of bond when I stepped in |
Ten thousand blues shipped them outta town just for a necklace |
Ghettoboyz signed Lil Boat, we some legends |
Don’t come around acting all weird, that shit depressing |
Ain’t nothing but some killas and some hustlas in my section |
PLR with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon |
Yachty said he like that shit talking too, so we connected |
If RMC stand for Rich Man Clique, then I’m in it too |
The first car I got was a G-Wagon, it was baby blue |
Used to drive my mom’s BMW, it was a different hue |
Riding round in the whip with a largo, let it at the Q |
Twenty thousand in cash for a photo, I am not like you |
Used to ride around in a stolo, We was different dudes |
(We known) Known for breaking rules |
Dog got out jail, doing right and tryna come home |
Say they was gon' rob me, I said «Who?» |
like I’m Michael Jones |
Niggas bitchin' too much, they cycle too long |
It’s us |