Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Boy Shit , by - Lil Yachty. Release date: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Boy Shit |
| 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 |