Ghetto Cypher

[Intro: YN Jay]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Shit
Yeah, like we, we gon' come the right way, like (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Like, we gon' pull up with that sh—, with that shit!
Damn

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Hit a nigga in his watermelon, watch his head bust
Gaffle Boyz, we got a lot of dough, get your bread up
I beat her doonies from the side with one leg up
Nigga died in a Trackhawk, he in a dead truck
If you ain't gon' shoot the gun, why you hold the fire?
I got a four, Ri' got a five, shit, let's pour a nine
Shot a full body 'K on one knee, it got my shoulder tired
Bitch head goin' up and down, she on a roller coaster ride
Nigga killed your main man, you supposed to slide
The ambulance bought him back to life, he was supposed to die
I don't want no hamburger, I just want some fries
The trap house don't ever close, we need an open sign

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I prefer a sealed pint, I like to open mine
Hit him up close with the Glock, he got an open mind
He never made a shot, he went O for nine
I'm tryna dodge a pistol charge, 'cause I'm totin' mine
Steppin' on the brick in Louis V loafers
Rock that bitch underarm, we don't need holsters
Shit, our love come organic, we don't need posters
I only ate it 'cause her pussy had a clean odor
Pint of Tris, pint of Qua', we gon' mix-match 'em both
You ain't never dropped an eight by yourself, niggas broke
Them hoe niggas that you lookin' up to, them niggas old
I'm finna drop a DTM piece, I do the most

[Verse 3: VonOff1700]
The opps outside, tell them niggas send the lo'
When we caught that nigga, shot him from his head to his toe
I just got a pint of Tris for a 'bow
Think he a savage 'cause he just bought him a gun, he a hoe
Soon as they say, "It's up", we leavin' niggas on the floor
They pulled up on my side, I start shootin' through the door
Mini Micro Drac'll turn a nigga to a ghost
I just landed in Miami, finna go and buy a boat
Got this FN-FN out the pile, but they think I pay a note
Caught him ridin' with his bitch, Bonnie and Clyde, killed them both
He my cousin and he snitchin', I don't care, he gotta go
She was playin' with the dick, I had to shove it down her throat
.308 super big, I knocked the head off a goat
I just walked in Louis V and spent four bands on a coat
He had his gun in his hand and he ran on his bro
We gon' kill him on the stage if you playin' at a show

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
They hit him in his head, then did a stand over
Popped the nigga top with a can opener
I don't wanna fuck that bitch, but my friend wanna
You can only buy a ten pack or better, not a gram server
Not his pants PURPLE, what the fuck?
They shot the nigga ‘Maro up, it turned into a transformer
Why you never go to jail, are you an informant?
I left the interview early, it was important
The white man just called me with some Act', I damn near walked to him
Who the fuck made your jewelry, I wanna talk to 'em
They hit that bitch so many times, how his car movin'?
Eliantte hittin' behind the tint, thought they saw Future
Like, sittin' behind five percent, you can see the chinain
She give me so much head, she got a big brain
Four Escalades behind me when I switch lanes
Now everybody know me, I can't even use my nickname
I block a car wash, come get your whip sprayed
Baby, come give me some head and get your rent paid
I'm a real drank sipper, you can't trick me
Nigga, I was sippin' Actavis in the sixth grade
He pulled a lil too close and the switch sprayed
Lil nigga owe me ten bands, but his bitch paid
I am not tryna fuck, I wanna get face
Nigga called me, said his whip came up missin', he was with Fxce
This bitch’ll turn your water dirty, this a Flint drink
Your mama gon' hold you down, bro, a bitch ain't
I'm with a real OG killer, he got a switchblade
Von put a dead body on the thumbnail, it was for clickbait

[Verse 5: YN Jay, RMC Mike, VonOff1700, Rio Da Yung OG]
Shit
Got shot while he was on vacay, he took a big break
They killed him on a cruise ship, he took a vacation
Pull up right now with the pint, bro, I hate waitin'
Thousand pounds in the trunk, I'm tryna dodge the weight station
Is we gon' fuck or not, bitch, I hate datin'
That nigga lyin' like he Muslim, he just hate bacon
I'm in Puerto Rico with a case of Quagen, it's a baecation
We took him to the carnival, he got his face painted
Last thing that nigga seen was fire and a 'K shakin'
This bitch tryna pull up, I had to Beyblade her
How my day went, I bought a pint of Quagen and an eight later
Real trench baby, I sat on 79th with some eighth graders