GHETTO ACTION
What you got for me up in the back?
I know the hidden goods are worth the racks
Please don't tell me marry left that fast
Smokin' OG, just to keep relaxed
Boy, I'll hit you realer than your tax
Damn, I spilled a pint all of my Raf's
Took her out the hood for the ghetto action
Hopped into my Caddy, I just shot ya' bastard
Riding through your hood I rock like Marilyn Manson
Took you down like that, I'm doing lots of damage
Put drip on my shooters, feel like Betty Jackson
When I'm on the road, I got that hotel fashion
I drive with five percent, just got the body Matted
Like Johnny Manziel, watch the magic happened
Yeah
Jumped out the cul-de-sac
Fast jab like triple hats
We moved the birds on 'em
Now take some shots, I call that bucket hats
Fuck, I'm giving no fuck 'bout backlash
Never go outside, 'cause they ask for my autograph
Hey now, stay in the mosh pit
You wilding, I think you're on Opp shit
He wilding, I think you're gonna talk shit
I thought you were on my team, turns out you were opposite
I put the gloves on and make his jaw clocked in
Hey now, stay in the mosh pit
You wilding, I think you're on Opp shit
He wilding, I think you're gonna talk shit
I thought you were on my team, turns out you were opposite
I put the gloves on and make his jaw clocked in
I know the hidden goods are worth the racks
Please don't tell me marry left that fast
Smokin' OG, just to keep relaxed
Boy, I'll hit you realer than your tax
Damn, I spilled a pint all of my Raf's
Took her out the hood for the ghetto action
Hopped into my Caddy, I just shot ya' bastard
Riding through your hood I rock like Marilyn Manson
Took you down like that, I'm doing lots of damage
Put drip on my shooters, feel like Betty Jackson
When I'm on the road, I got that hotel fashion
I drive with five percent, just got the body Matted
Like Johnny Manziel, watch the magic happened
Yeah
Jumped out the cul-de-sac
Fast jab like triple hats
We moved the birds on 'em
Now take some shots, I call that bucket hats
Fuck, I'm giving no fuck 'bout backlash
Never go outside, 'cause they ask for my autograph
Hey now, stay in the mosh pit
You wilding, I think you're on Opp shit
He wilding, I think you're gonna talk shit
I thought you were on my team, turns out you were opposite
I put the gloves on and make his jaw clocked in
Hey now, stay in the mosh pit
You wilding, I think you're on Opp shit
He wilding, I think you're gonna talk shit
I thought you were on my team, turns out you were opposite
I put the gloves on and make his jaw clocked in
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Writer(s): Kai Cordel Barley
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