Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Free, artist - Philthy Rich. Date of issue: 18.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Free |
| Boyz ENT and I’m like Percy Miller |
| And I don’t fuck with niggas who ain’t never been to prison |
| Bitches rushin' to the stage when we walk in the building |
| Give me ten thousand in singles and some chicken tenders |
| I’m a half a mil' up, Ri' a half a mil' up, Lou a half a mil' up, |
| that’s one-point-five |
| You been speakin' on a nigga, I put money on you bitches |
| We gon' find out where you at soon as you go live |
| Jump outside the Bentley truck and let it ghostride |
| You say that nigga did what? |
| You better go slide |
| Niggas start some gangster shit and then they go hide |
| Long live my nigga Soda, legends don’t die |
| Don’t wan' hear that gangster shit |
| Broke-ass nigga, you only gangster if you rich |
| Crack your whole fuckin' head, you try to play me out my shit |
| Four niggas with me ridin' up the 5 and the 6 |
| Tried to push his shit back, but he survived and he snitched |
| Got my nigga so much time, hope he don’t die up in that bitch |
| Bitch pussy so good, I might cry up in that shit |
| Bitch, make me somethin' to eat, I want a sandwich and some chips |
| Tried to shoot him in his shit, but he grabbed it, that’s attempt |
| Dog shit, I ain’t never filin' taxes, I’m exempt |
| He had an XD on him, so I grabbed it off his hip |
| I’m in West V with a bunch of baggies and a brick |
| Them niggas got a couple dollars, but they lackin' the respect |
| F color flower-set passin' any kind of test |
| Made some money, now I’m tryna get anybody stretched |
| But still’ll pull up on the set blowin' semis out a 'Vette |
| Had a long day, woke up with a hickey on my neck |
| Now I’m in the Bay, somewhere 'round where Philthy 'nem be at |
| When I bought my watch, Mike had to go get it out the back |
| Nigga took off runnin', four-five hit him in his back |
| This a Scatpack, babe, we in a hemi with the strap |
| Tryna bust the glizzy, ridin' with a fifty in my lap |
| It’s a new wave, nowadays, anybody rap |
| Bustin' two K’s, both of those are semiautomatic |
| My lil' niggas wild, they’ll try to kill you with your granny |
| I got seven grams left, but I’ll sell you by the basket |
| I’m immortal, told Mike throw a shovel in my casket |
| I’m a boss, nigga, four cars trailin' me in traffic |
| Them niggas sprayed the wrong car, they thought they had me |
| I had to pop my lil' bitch, she tried to stab me |
| Luke pulled out another pint, I tried to snatch it |
| I was finna noodle dog in the mall, Scooter grabbed him |
| I just spilled an ounce of juice on the floor, now I’m aggy |
| Sent my junkie to the store 'cause I just ran out of baggies |
| I just hit my lil' ho and got ghost, she thought she had me |
| If the doors open up suicide, that bitch a Phantom |
| I can tell that you a snitch 'cause you keep pullin' out your camera |
| Got codeine in my piss 'cause I keep pourin' up in Fantas |
| If you ever been a witness, bitch, I hope you die of cancer |
| Almost fell in the snow when I was walkin' out the mansion |
| Rich niggas in this bitch, you better turn up |
| First time I cooked a zip, I let it burn up |
| Push a nigga wig back, he got a perm now |
| First time I counted twenty, I got turned out |
| First time I counted twenty, I got turned out |
| Say you tryna get rich, then nigga, turn up |