Ghetto Gospel ft. Hurricane Wisdom Lyrics

This ain't no love song lil shawty this that ghetto gospel

They copy, pasting all my moves these niggas so imposter

Lil hoe got mileage, so I dubbed her she was just a topper

Bitch I got two of these lil fist don't gotta shoot that yoppa

Don't like the way I walk or talk so tell me what's the problem

I go retarded of the migos face like half a bottle

Mutumbo with the hoes I get the top just to go block them

Yes, this young nigga raw but i still knock them with that condom

Ouu they got me started again

We cannot make amends

Thot bring all of her friends, like put them all in that Benz

Yes I bought it no rent

Don't even got it like that

Fuck the tag nigga spend it go and make that shit back

No way i'm finished 'till they say that i'm the shit now

Just a lil youngin chasing dreams trying to make big sounds

No way i'm switching I was taught to keep my ten down

Like quit the bitching go get paper and get rich now

What's all that thumping, that's that 808

I can't be satisfied until I know my momma straight

I ball like 2k, might score and hit my fadeaway

Or I might roll a J cause that's a better fadeaway

This ain't no love song lil shawty this that ghetto gospel

They copy, pasting all my moves these niggas so imposter

Lil hoe got mileage, so I dubbed her she was just a topper

Bitch I got two of these lil fist don't gotta shoot that yoppa

Don't even argue with a bitch I send her to her momma

Can't give a quarter to a bitch she can't even keep 100

But she gon keep 100, and she keep that thumper

Hurricane he bring that rain my lil bitch bring that thunder

And she might put you under

Please don't talk down on my name

I treat my lil bitch like my gang

It ain't no issue, where you stay?

I can't swerve i'm in my lane, but if i swerve then it's okay

If they holler DOA then you know that we MIA I swear

Hey, bitch this that groovy music

Hurricane can't get into it who gon get into it

Say, honestly I don't think these niggas know how to do it

Cause this ain't no love song this that ghetto to it

This ain't no love song lil shawty this that ghetto gospel

They copy, pasting all my moves these niggas so imposter

Lil hoe got mileage, so I dubbed her she was just a topper

Bitch I got two of these lil fist don't gotta shoot that yoppa

Don't like the way I walk or talk so tell me what's the problem

I go retarded of the migos face like half a bottle

Mutumbo with the hoes I get the top just to go block them

Yes, this young nigga raw but i still knock them with that condom