Lil Yachty, RMC Mike - Ghetto Boy Shit lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty, RMC Mike - Ghetto Boy Shit lyrics]
Bitch ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Hey
I just pulled off from the 6
Pulled up on your bitch, hey
I just pulled up with a stick
Put one in your shit, hey
I just started off with shit
Now I'm feelin' rich
Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906
Low-key bro mad as hell
He couldn't find no Tris
He tryna stunt with thirty-six
He need to hide his wrists
Bored with the lean, I grabbed the Vernors
Drop a pint in it
I just rolled up a 'Wood with
My opp's life in it
Unc' stabbin' niggas in the feds 'cause
He got life in it
White bitch got some good head
But she got lice in it
Bitch ain't tryna fuck the squad for free
What's the price for it?
Bustdown Cartier wires with the lightest tint
When I die, burn my money
I ain't sharin' shit (Go)
Carbon fiber ARs with trigger hairs on it
My bitch booty so damn big
I could sit a chair on it
Not sittin' in a chair, sit a chair on her
(Damn) told her I'ma shut her ass
Up, she keep saying, "Purr"
(Damn) twelve Wock' lines in a two
Think shit a cure (yeah)
Fucked her raw and didn't catch shit
I am too pure (yeah)
Almost put a bullet in the wrong nigga
We was not sure
Niggas shouldn't've even returned
To our opps, that's your dad fault
(Go) pulled up in a coupe, it was all black
Look like asphalt (Damn, damn)
I let my cash talk (Damn)
This bitch could lay on her back
And let her ass walk (Walk, go)
I know you miss your mans
He's never coming back, shit had hit the fan
Knew that I would always be rich
It was in the plans (Yes)
I am in a million dollar club
I don't flex grams
Eighty monster fangs in my teeth, bitch
I'm X-Man
Unc whip this shit up with perfection
Got the best grams
Nigga pulled up with an S10
I let the 'Vette spin
This shit right here'll cave your vest in
It's a FN i'm just tryna fuck my
Best friend watchin' Netflix
Draco flash when I send a shot
I take the best pics
Let a nigga touch one of my brothers
Equal death wish
Lot of fuck niggas ran out of
Bound when I step in ten thousand blues
Shipped 'em outta town just for a necklace
Ghetto Boyz signed Lil Boat, we some legends
Don't come around actin' all weird
That shit depressin'
Ain't nothin' but some killers and
Some hustlers in my section
PLR with a hundred rounds on it
Lethal weapon
Yachty said he like that shit talkin' too
So we connected
If RMC stand for Rich Man Clique
Then I'm in it too
First car I got was a G Wagen
It was baby blue
Used to drive my mom's BM-dub
It was a different hue
Ridin' 'round in the whip with a
Logo the letter after Q
Twenty thousand in cash for a photo
I am not like you
Used to ride around in a stolo
We was different dudes
(We known) , known for breaking rules
Dog got out of jail, he doin' right
They tryna call him clone
Say they was gon' rob me, I said
"Who?" like I'm Michael Jones
Niggas be bitchin' too much
They cycle too long
It's us