Ghetto Gospel

If she ain't a bad bitch then that hoe boring
She suckin on my dick riden in my foreign
Niggas talkin shit cuz they can't afford it
I just put her ass to sleep got this bitch snoring
Woke her up skeet on her face
Cuz this bitch a sloar an she got on my shoes fucked up my Jordan's
I put her on her Feet lead to the door an I put that bitch out an started recording
U Betta get that shit right when u talkin to me, no room for mistakes
When u fuckin wit me niggas all on the net
Like they fuck in wit me in real life
They be plotting on how they gone get me but u kno
I ain't slipping on a Bitch Nigga I got a 9 an a drake in my whip
Uhh drizzy bouta let this bitch rip 76.2 knock yo tummy off yo hips amputate
That bitch take you out yo Shit. He thought shit was sweet
Cuz he never see me out but always hear me on a beat
Cuz I'm a Lowkey nigga but I be all through the D Nigga slide down my block
You see my Beamer on the street
U in that same ass whip that u had in 12 grade
That yo daddy gave you how tf was niggas raised i den cashed
Quite a Few a Porsche Truck and Benz nigga I was in a Benz wit B talkin bins
Old niggas pretend like they fuckin wit me
Be all on a nigga dick but talkin slick when I leave shit
I prolly fucked his daughter shit I prolly fucked his niece yea
I prolly hit his wife or i could've smashed his freak don't give a fuck
What it was nigga Do somethin to me
Shit I'm Ready for whatever if I die then rest in piece
Make sure u label me a G from 7 mile an Arch D even
When I'm dead an gone these old niggas can't compete
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Brinkley
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