Ghetto Way (feat. GreXory)
Volkanovski to a featherweight
Looks like im on skies when i getaway
I tell em dont trip but they ella mai
Aint nobody better
They better go find a better way
Was getting fucking ripped like a eshay
Then i heard myself on the fucking airwaves
Why they tryna get in my way
You already know where to exite the highway yuh
Haffi turn up say yuh
Ima burn one like yuh
Dropped on the scene like braa
Shot for the moon and got stars
Got em all hurt like ahhhh
As if its them that wants war
As if its them that break laws
As if its them that thought really
Illy would go away nah
Still faded do it the ghetto way brah
Okay we do it the ghetto way brah
Dont play when GreXory got a radar
Cant take it they hate it or imitate us
Baby want smoke we'll roll you up in a paper
We the fiends of the MVPs
Yeah we the Gs from the SYD
We trade hard like a U-T-E
We shoot 3s and we hit repeat
Its OT with illy p had to run that
Fuck
If a pussy pull up get popped
I dont want your pussy just top
She just wanna get what i got
I be smoking way too much pot
All the motherfuckers like stop
Nah
As if its them that go hard
As if its them that got bars
They dont pay rent they still pop
In their mamas lil getaway car
Were not phased we do it the better way brah
Gotta blaze get away from all that
Tapped in im off tap
I done lost years in the trap
I done lost fear in my heart
Tell me why these bitches wanna front like
Meow
Give a fuck who you are
Give 2 shits who you with
I wish there was competition
Really all i see is bitch
The competition is what it is
Ima get a assist
If they want smoke we woo
If i want lunch their food
If they got skills theyre crew
Do it for the city and i will not lose
Either with me or not ima let you choose
Who you ridin with
Devils at the door cant let them inside
But the cabin crew rides
Take flight like wiings
Now they all tune in like they been on a binge
And my brother im a basket case for my pounds
Smoking on the loud tryna level up the sound
But the fire from the ground
Never ever watered down
In the back of the crowd like we scoping it out
See i been a basket case since '09
No hesitation i ride for mine
See im up 2 tries
Still loking for the head shot
Go Floyd Lawton on em thats deadshot
Looks like im on skies when i getaway
I tell em dont trip but they ella mai
Aint nobody better
They better go find a better way
Was getting fucking ripped like a eshay
Then i heard myself on the fucking airwaves
Why they tryna get in my way
You already know where to exite the highway yuh
Haffi turn up say yuh
Ima burn one like yuh
Dropped on the scene like braa
Shot for the moon and got stars
Got em all hurt like ahhhh
As if its them that wants war
As if its them that break laws
As if its them that thought really
Illy would go away nah
Still faded do it the ghetto way brah
Okay we do it the ghetto way brah
Dont play when GreXory got a radar
Cant take it they hate it or imitate us
Baby want smoke we'll roll you up in a paper
We the fiends of the MVPs
Yeah we the Gs from the SYD
We trade hard like a U-T-E
We shoot 3s and we hit repeat
Its OT with illy p had to run that
Fuck
If a pussy pull up get popped
I dont want your pussy just top
She just wanna get what i got
I be smoking way too much pot
All the motherfuckers like stop
Nah
As if its them that go hard
As if its them that got bars
They dont pay rent they still pop
In their mamas lil getaway car
Were not phased we do it the better way brah
Gotta blaze get away from all that
Tapped in im off tap
I done lost years in the trap
I done lost fear in my heart
Tell me why these bitches wanna front like
Meow
Give a fuck who you are
Give 2 shits who you with
I wish there was competition
Really all i see is bitch
The competition is what it is
Ima get a assist
If they want smoke we woo
If i want lunch their food
If they got skills theyre crew
Do it for the city and i will not lose
Either with me or not ima let you choose
Who you ridin with
Devils at the door cant let them inside
But the cabin crew rides
Take flight like wiings
Now they all tune in like they been on a binge
And my brother im a basket case for my pounds
Smoking on the loud tryna level up the sound
But the fire from the ground
Never ever watered down
In the back of the crowd like we scoping it out
See i been a basket case since '09
No hesitation i ride for mine
See im up 2 tries
Still loking for the head shot
Go Floyd Lawton on em thats deadshot
Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Bonanni
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