Lil Yachty - Ghetto Boy Shit Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Who The Hell Is Carlo?)
GhettoBoyShit (Hey)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I just pulled off in a six, pulled up on yo bitch (Hey)
I just pulled up with a stick, put one in yo shit (Hey)
I just started off with shit, now I’m feelin’ rich (Huh)
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 36, 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?
Buss down Cartier wires with the lightest tints

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
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— opps, that’s yo dad fault
Pulled up in a coupe it was all black, look like a 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

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
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
Ghettoboyz 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

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
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 and tryna come home
Say they was gon’ rob me, I said “Who?” like I’m Michael Jones
Niggas bitchin’ too much, they cycle too long

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
It’s us

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