Ghetto Vibes

[Intro: Lil Ot & Duvy]
Talkin' to these racks (Stop it, Tilla)
Free all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas
(Abdul got them keys)
Yeah
Whole lotta fuck shit goin' on
Southside shit

[Chorus: Duvy & Lil Ot]
Talkin' to the racks, I'm talkin' to the mirror (Mhm)
Talkin' to the mic, the only way they hear us (Mhm)
Ain't put up no fight, even they OG fear us (Mhm)
He don't fear nobody but God, they say he so religious (For real though)
It's a must, we watch that car, these folks they move suspicious (Skrrt, skrrt)
When Duvy slide through, he switch the whole appearance (How?)
Put on some bummy shit like we shoppin' at clearance
For my brothers who ain't make it through the night (Yeah)
His block, better call his parents (For real though, no bap)
(Ooh, ooh)

[Verse: Lil Ot & Duvy]
So life, I always cherish, pain never ends, seekin' revenge, death sittin' right there
Life ain't fair, so why you thinkin' I'ma play fair? (I ain't playin' fair)
A lot of shootouts when I was young, I was standin' right there
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
Sorry, I'm not sorry, but no time for apologies
A broken heart, a lot of Glocks, it's apart of me
The way I finger fuck my stick, nasty (Nasty)
I'm a gangster but a gentleman (Oh, yeah)
I wanted more, so I was outside, didn't settle in
Heard all them stories about you, bro, why you let 'em in?
How you gon' stop them problems? Pleadin'
Bronem need some racks, give it
I got three-O, it's sticky
Told 'em talk less, do more
Always bring your Glock to the store, magazine flip your page
I don't wanna talk, I was on front page
Broke my block, that's back in the days (Yeah, yeah)
Now I'm on top, I just beat that case (Yeah)
We still slide around broad day 'cause pain is painless
I won't tell you what we do
I don't got nothin' to prove
Niggas ain't never shot none, but say they shoot for you
I was out makin' racks and they assumin' we shootin'
I was in the stu' when I seen the boy on the news clip

[Chorus: Duvy & Lil Ot]
Talkin' to the racks, I'm talkin' to the mirror (Okay)
Talkin' to the mic, the only way they hear us (Okay)
Ain't put up no fight, even they OG fear us (Mhm, mhm)
He don't fear nobody but God, they say he so religious (Nobody)
It's a must, we watch that car, these folks they move suspicious
When Duvy slide through, he switch the whole appearance
Put on some bummy shit like we shoppin' at clearance (For real though)
For my brothers who ain't make it through the night
His block, better call his parents (Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Ot]
Ghetto vibes, it's ghetto vibes
Ghetto vibes, ghetto vibes
Ghetto vibes, ghetto vibes