Ghetto Stories Freestyle Lyrics

It gets real in my city, so you better not snitch Cause we'll run through your crib with the pistols, that got dicks

Have you bleedin' on your couch cause you went and ran your mouth My big homie doin' a dime

I'm ready for him to get out

Once you get up out that pen, we'll be on that same shit

Jackin' dudes for they chain and fuckin' on they main bitch, seven-four, GDN

I'm bangin' to the fullest

Let me catch you slippin', you gon' eat them choppa bullets

Twelve is all on my ass, they won't give me a break

If I had it my way, a pig would die today

I would cut his throat straight in front of his kids

Slaughter him like the pig that he really is

Man, I did shit all on my own, had to get it out the mud

Man, I started feelin' grown at the age of 16

I was flippin' them packs

I was toating them straps a 380 and a glock that came with a beam

Put you straight up on TV Bitch, I'm really bout that gang, shit, you can't step to me

Ridin' with them killers, and we keep that iron tucked

Run up, you get fucked up, straight facts