Take The Ghetto Lyrics

223's and 556's, aim it at his brain

I've been clutching every day, I got too much pain

I would've smoked D-Bo, ain't takin' granny chain

Bandhuntas, Roadmoney, bitch, we in a different lane

(Cmon, cmon) Amiri jeans and McQueens is for my fitted, no cap

Guaranteed, I got the Glock up in my denim, all facts

I'm a nigga with this pole, enfant a witness, he done seen it

I've been punching with these pros and all these giffies

And please don't get whacked cause bitch, at thirteen, I bust a semi

Ayy, big guns and high artillery won't leave a witness

I'd rather pray for forgiveness than be a victim of these killings

So don't question, why the young niggas ride around with switches

No kidding, gotta let my son see more than the trenches

Roadmoney, I'ma dog the engine out until I kill it

These bad bitches, I pass them down to gang, cause I don't do dealings

I'm cold-blooded, I got a condom on my heart, don't do feelings

(Cmon, Cmon) Amiri jeans and McQueens is for my fitted, no cap

Guaranteed, I got the Glock up in my denim, all facts

I'm a nigga with this pole, enfant a witness, he done seen it

I've been punching with these pros and all these giffies

And please don't get whacked cause bitch, at thirteen, I bust a semi

Man that's no cap, I whip my Glock out, ain't runnin' friendly's

Double back up on they block and skip, skip, it's gettin' tricky

Drop a four of wokhardt up in some simply

Every time I hit that road, lil' baby sayin' that she miss me

(Cmon, cmon) I'm a fuckin' bandhunta bitch, I'm makin' noise

And when I made my first band, I went and bought a toy

And fuck these niggas, cause they all in disguise

Why I got this bad bitch, but she keep tellin' lies

Ayy, bitch, I hit the road to get them packs and get them poles gone

My bitch keep blowin' up my phone, she want her toes done

Like what the fuck, man, I swear you niggas all my sons

I might cop the glizzy, add the switch, call nut, I need the drum

On KOP, This arp gon' smack a nigga in his lungs

And when I call up Nay Dogg, I bet he come through and score

This nigga think we finna fight, I'm finna stab him with a sword

I'm a trophy, hit the county, bitch, I swear to God I'm pokin' you up

I still boogie down on niggas, don't test your luck

I really trooped the A-line with fat bully tucked

I gotta watch how I'm movin', my brother's watchin

Kinda hard, I really live like a trophy, they brother poppin'

Mr dog a bitch, then dog another bitch, I got options

Baby girl, just stop it, you was just a neck bopper

No question, if I got it and I catch him, I'ma pop him

Roadmoney, if I flip it, then it's four times the profit

She say I'm nasty cause I left her legs lockin

I'm a trophy, say I'm cocky, but bitch, I think I'm just confident

These niggas ain't really hard, but Instagram got them poppin'

Just stop it, I'm tryna dirt a nigga face, that's on Compton