Ghetto Melody (feat. La Jumpout)
(Okay El did his thing with this one)
Walking round the block
Its just me myself and I
Looking to the sky
Trying my hardest not to cry
I got the yeeky on my side
Thinking how my nigga die
Aint no rules inside this life
You got to live to do or die
Okay I dump the 30 filled with rocks
Niggas know the ville on top
I could probably pull a bitch
Wont ever keep her thats a bop
Pass the blunt dont let it drop
You got a bitch then you gon' flop
Better have your pockets full
When you jump inside my car
Crack the seal he sipping lean
I dont think that shit for me
Light up the blunt
He smoking weed
When you done pass it straight to team
I think choppa' got a beam
He in love with catching opps
(Oh he in love with catching opps)
Yea he in love with dropping C's
Mmmm
Come on, come on, come on
Go, go
(Real street shit man)
(Long live TBABY)
I done seen my bestie in that bed
It really fucked me up
If a nigga disrespect I swear to god
Ill send em' up
Out the window with this tec
Trying to really fill em' up
Man you niggas yall be hoes
Talkin bout' yall really did us sum
You dont post up on yall block
You dont post up where yall be
See a opp im dumping yeek
Hit em' up dump 33
Fuck the opps them niggas hoes
They aint really bout' no beef
Man im tryna reach my goal
Tryna run me up some cheese
Mmm, go, go
I keep thinking bout BG
Im thinking why he leave
I think about TBABY
Drop up on my knees
I pray to God
I pray to God
For better dreams
And if a nigga diss
I put em' on TV
Go
Put em' on TV
Man you niggas hoes
And yall aint' bout no beef
If i see a jack i take em off his feet
Walking round the block
Its just me myself and I
Looking to the sky
Trying my hardest not to cry
I got the yeeky on my side
Thinking how my nigga die
Aint no rules inside this life
You got to live to do or die
Okay I dump the 30 filled with rocks
Niggas know the ville on top
I could probably pull a bitch
Wont ever keep her thats a bop
Pass the blunt dont let it drop
You got a bitch then you gon' flop
Better have your pockets full
When you jump inside my car
Crack the seal he sipping lean
I dont think that shit for me
Light up the blunt
He smoking weed
When you done pass it straight to team
I think choppa' got a beam
He in love with catching opps
Yea he in love with dropping C's
Fuck a bitch we getting money
Wipe yo nose cause it was runny
He tried to hop the fence
Bullets gon' hit em thats a fucking dummy
It was rainy days
Now im rich
So now its getting sunny
(If it aint El, it aint right)
Walking round the block
Its just me myself and I
Looking to the sky
Trying my hardest not to cry
I got the yeeky on my side
Thinking how my nigga die
Aint no rules inside this life
You got to live to do or die
Okay I dump the 30 filled with rocks
Niggas know the ville on top
I could probably pull a bitch
Wont ever keep her thats a bop
Pass the blunt dont let it drop
You got a bitch then you gon' flop
Better have your pockets full
When you jump inside my car
Crack the seal he sipping lean
I dont think that shit for me
Light up the blunt
He smoking weed
When you done pass it straight to team
I think choppa' got a beam
He in love with catching opps
(Oh he in love with catching opps)
Yea he in love with dropping C's
Mmmm
Come on, come on, come on
Go, go
(Real street shit man)
(Long live TBABY)
I done seen my bestie in that bed
It really fucked me up
If a nigga disrespect I swear to god
Ill send em' up
Out the window with this tec
Trying to really fill em' up
Man you niggas yall be hoes
Talkin bout' yall really did us sum
You dont post up on yall block
You dont post up where yall be
See a opp im dumping yeek
Hit em' up dump 33
Fuck the opps them niggas hoes
They aint really bout' no beef
Man im tryna reach my goal
Tryna run me up some cheese
Mmm, go, go
I keep thinking bout BG
Im thinking why he leave
I think about TBABY
Drop up on my knees
I pray to God
I pray to God
For better dreams
And if a nigga diss
I put em' on TV
Go
Put em' on TV
Man you niggas hoes
And yall aint' bout no beef
If i see a jack i take em off his feet
Walking round the block
Its just me myself and I
Looking to the sky
Trying my hardest not to cry
I got the yeeky on my side
Thinking how my nigga die
Aint no rules inside this life
You got to live to do or die
Okay I dump the 30 filled with rocks
Niggas know the ville on top
I could probably pull a bitch
Wont ever keep her thats a bop
Pass the blunt dont let it drop
You got a bitch then you gon' flop
Better have your pockets full
When you jump inside my car
Crack the seal he sipping lean
I dont think that shit for me
Light up the blunt
He smoking weed
When you done pass it straight to team
I think choppa' got a beam
He in love with catching opps
Yea he in love with dropping C's
Fuck a bitch we getting money
Wipe yo nose cause it was runny
He tried to hop the fence
Bullets gon' hit em thats a fucking dummy
It was rainy days
Now im rich
So now its getting sunny
(If it aint El, it aint right)
Credits
Writer(s): Elpidio Cuesta
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