Mannn Stop
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Ghetto Boyz shit nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
What up Baby? What up Mike?
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Man, y'all niggas better stop it
Up the rocket, make a nigga car look like it got hydraulics
I done probably done touched more pussies than a gynecologist
Nowadays, when I go buy jewelry, I bring diamondologists
Lemme run into an opp while in Miami, he gon' die on Collins
It don't matter if he from the street no more, my cousin died in college
Bud still fuckin' with the hydroponics
I miss my bitch granny, she get drank, bae tell your momma find her momma
Titanium bullets in this Glock, forever Wakanda
Fat nigga bet I touch more ass than Ethika boxers
Went to war with this baby drake, I got veteran responses
Man this bitch pussy stank so bad, I used a pressure washer
I spilt the drank on the floor, I tried to peel the carpet
Greedy nigga, I'll kill my momma for a two hundred thousand
Ri' just dropped a whole pint, I'm finna tell my momma
Was finna hit the lil' bitch but she smell like condoms
Hit the dog wit' some shit yesterday, it fell tomorrow
Nigga in the county cryin' bout his case, he gone tell tomorrow
If a nigga take a shot at me today, I'm raisin' hell tomorrow
I got a thousand blue pills I gotta sell tomorrow
Will I make a million? Time will reveal, I'm El DeBarge
Mike pulled the hammer out his pants and nailed the car
I've been eyeballin' all day, Ima use a scale tomorrow
It's late as hell, I'm finna drop a four
I got a pint, we drinking 12 tomorrow
Punch a nigga hard in his face, he won't smell tomorrow
My dope movin' slow, aye Ri' you got a sale I can borrow?
Nigga give me 40 thousand right now, I'll sell my car
Tried to uplift my new bitch but she failed my heart
Hmm, can you tell I'm tired?
Bitch wasn't tryna go home, you can tell she fired
It's hot as hell, this nigga got a sweater on I can tell he wired
Sav, lemme see the hellcat, all you smell is tires
No aventador, I hit the hood in a gallardo
I love my fiend Lucy, she get pills, Ricky Ricardo
Sales been fiend out, I gave him percs for my car note
Flew back to the city, quick as hell, like where the car go?
I just stuffed like 50 thousand blues in my cargos
Unc just shot up a whole ounce now his arm swole
Babygirl just shot up a whole house, now the alarm on
If I say "Lean on me today", don't put your arm on me
I'm on a highway, gettin' dumb brain from a retardo
She talm bout "Keep goin'", I'm like no I'm finna park hoe
Bro, I just beat the bouncers' ass now the bar closed
Bro, this a glass pint of red, read the bar code
I just put some water in the wock, it look like
One arm, servin' niggas in the fifth, call me Marco
Stale face when she say she love me, my heart cold
Twelve-eights we drank in one day
Bro your heart gon' blow
Shit Mike, twelve-eights in one day man?
Ghetto boyz shit, you know what the fuck goin' on
Free the whole ghetto
Ghetto Boyz shit nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
What up Baby? What up Mike?
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Man, y'all niggas better stop it
Up the rocket, make a nigga car look like it got hydraulics
I done probably done touched more pussies than a gynecologist
Nowadays, when I go buy jewelry, I bring diamondologists
Lemme run into an opp while in Miami, he gon' die on Collins
It don't matter if he from the street no more, my cousin died in college
Bud still fuckin' with the hydroponics
I miss my bitch granny, she get drank, bae tell your momma find her momma
Titanium bullets in this Glock, forever Wakanda
Fat nigga bet I touch more ass than Ethika boxers
Went to war with this baby drake, I got veteran responses
Man this bitch pussy stank so bad, I used a pressure washer
I spilt the drank on the floor, I tried to peel the carpet
Greedy nigga, I'll kill my momma for a two hundred thousand
Ri' just dropped a whole pint, I'm finna tell my momma
Was finna hit the lil' bitch but she smell like condoms
Hit the dog wit' some shit yesterday, it fell tomorrow
Nigga in the county cryin' bout his case, he gone tell tomorrow
If a nigga take a shot at me today, I'm raisin' hell tomorrow
I got a thousand blue pills I gotta sell tomorrow
Will I make a million? Time will reveal, I'm El DeBarge
Mike pulled the hammer out his pants and nailed the car
I've been eyeballin' all day, Ima use a scale tomorrow
It's late as hell, I'm finna drop a four
I got a pint, we drinking 12 tomorrow
Punch a nigga hard in his face, he won't smell tomorrow
My dope movin' slow, aye Ri' you got a sale I can borrow?
Nigga give me 40 thousand right now, I'll sell my car
Tried to uplift my new bitch but she failed my heart
Hmm, can you tell I'm tired?
Bitch wasn't tryna go home, you can tell she fired
It's hot as hell, this nigga got a sweater on I can tell he wired
Sav, lemme see the hellcat, all you smell is tires
No aventador, I hit the hood in a gallardo
I love my fiend Lucy, she get pills, Ricky Ricardo
Sales been fiend out, I gave him percs for my car note
Flew back to the city, quick as hell, like where the car go?
I just stuffed like 50 thousand blues in my cargos
Unc just shot up a whole ounce now his arm swole
Babygirl just shot up a whole house, now the alarm on
If I say "Lean on me today", don't put your arm on me
I'm on a highway, gettin' dumb brain from a retardo
She talm bout "Keep goin'", I'm like no I'm finna park hoe
Bro, I just beat the bouncers' ass now the bar closed
Bro, this a glass pint of red, read the bar code
I just put some water in the wock, it look like
One arm, servin' niggas in the fifth, call me Marco
Stale face when she say she love me, my heart cold
Twelve-eights we drank in one day
Bro your heart gon' blow
Shit Mike, twelve-eights in one day man?
Ghetto boyz shit, you know what the fuck goin' on
Free the whole ghetto
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Writer(s): Damario Donshay Horne Mccullough, Michael Lee Jr Smith
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