Ghetto Life Way's

I want you to get this fuck where he breathes
I want you to find his stance before we end this
I want em dead
I want his family dead
I want his house burned to the ground
I want to go in the middle of the night
And i want to piss on his ashes

I thought they been knowing how i roll
Real clever on a stroll
I been known to carry chrome
Stay gripping on a pole
I keep that heater close
Because i gotta make it home
Because i gotta make it home
Because im quick to let it go

All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers

Most you niggas
On some snitch shit
Yall talking to the police
What you know bout wiretapping
When its coming from your homies
Atf come asking questions
About the trap kit
They dont live it
They just rap it
Ingenuity they capping
Next to me i got the bloodline
Ink muddy pressure
Make me wanna spend some more time
Couldn't rely on this berretta
So i had to cop a carbine
The accuracy on its nasty
Quick to spray him like its crunch time
I dont need no punch line
Spray em with this forty
You suckers stick to trapping
My bloodline been subtracting now
So i been on a roll
Gotta spray em its a habit
Because they gotta pay a toll
And my homies who went at it
In exchange i got their souls
Pouring liquor for my niggas
And my eses and my fours
Because i know i wont forget you
My mind racing as it goes
Cant forget when i smoke
Off that sticky smoking bowls
As im chilling with the villains
Bet you knowing how that goes

I thought they been knowing how i roll
Real clever on a stroll
I been known to carry chrome
Stay gripping on a pole
I keep that heater close
Because i gotta make it home
Because i gotta make it home
Because im quick to let it go

All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers

You dont got a be a hero
Know that snitches will get stiches
And bitches chasing riches getting mixed up in they feeling
Mixing emotion with the business
Never trust a broad homie
Reminiscing quick to flip em
Bet they switching sides homie
Like a diamond to a spade
I stay gripping the extension
I aint talking bout them braids
Most of you just quick to mention
Don't chill with the opposition
If you do you get it too
This goes out to all my homies
That stay loyal to the roots

I thought they been knowing how i roll
Real clever on a stroll
I been known to carry chrome
Stay gripping on a pole
I keep that heater close
Because i gotta make it home
Because i gotta make it home
Because im quick to let it go

All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All my bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers yeah
All bruh killas
All my brothers drug dealers



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Writer(s): Alejandro Maldonado-lopez
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