Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Boy Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto Boy Shit" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Who the hell is Carlo?) Bitch
Ghetto Boyz shit (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, uh
Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906 (huh)
Lowkey bro mad as hell, he couldn't find no Tris
He tried to 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' stabbing niggas in the feds 'cause he got life in it
Quiet 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 tints
When I die, burn my money, I ain't sharing shit (go)
Carbon fiber ARs with the trigger hairs on it
My bitch booty so damn big, I could sit a chair on it
Not sitting in a chair, sit a chair on her (damn)
Told her I'm a shut her ass up if she keep saying "prrr" (damn)
Twelve Wock lines in the two, think this 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 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 yo 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
80 miles for fangs in my teeth, bitch, I'm X-Man
Unc' whip this shit up with perfection, got the best grams
Nigga pulled up with a X10, I let the 'Vette spin
This shit right here will cave your vest in, it's a FN
I'm just tryna fuck my best friend watching 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 bond when I stepped in
Ten thousand blues shipped them outta town just for a necklace
Ghetto Boyz signed Lil Boat, we some legends
Don't come around acting all weird, that shit depressing
Ain't nothing but some killas and some hustlas in my section
PLR with a hundred rounds on it, lethal weapon
Yachty said he like that shit-talking too, so we connected
If RMC stand for Rich Man Clique, then I'm in it too
The first car I got was a G-Wagon, it was baby blue
Used to drive my mom's BMW, it was a different hue
Riding round in the whip with a largo, let it at the 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 jail, doing 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, the cycle too long
It's us