Verse Intro:
Boy Im too ghetto
Go Fetch your broese
I baita with wette
A 9mm beretta
I trap on the fletse
I put in the extra
To live like the sesse
Beeza got ruglyn the OGs respect us
We not gon dance if you trying to step up
Call up the plug
Its time to re-up
Broccoli and white got me out of site [Aye!]
Verse 1:
Decided to rap
Theres money in that
The game is so whack
What do I lack
Heard all your tracks
Talking bout packs
And shipping it back
Lets talk reality you follow a lingo
Now you a G cos you stay in the ghetto
Born in the Plain
Boy Im too ghetto
Go Fetch your broese
I baita with wette
A 9mm beretta
I trap on the fletse
I put in the extra
To live like the sesse
Beeza got ruglyn the OGs respect us
We not gon dance if you trying to step up
Call up the plug
Its time to re-up
Broccoli and white got me out of site
I lam with the ouens
I dont lose sight
I see all you druggies
Switch off you brights
You step up to me
You better step right
They tell me spit kallit
I take out my knife
She texting my phone
But you call her wife
Only two puffs im high like a kite
I dont rock Adidas I only rock Nike
2015 I almost did life
Beeza and Keelo killing it right
Dont kiss any chick, just sing on my mic
You still saying swag?
Pre Chorus:
Boy im to ghetto
Boy im, Boy im, Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese, Im
Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese
I baita with wette, I baita with wette
Boy, Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese
I baita with wette a 9ml beretta
Boy im to ghetto
Boy im, Boy im, Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese, Im
Chorus:
She say she ready, ready for the B
(Ey, just woke up like a Zombie)
I guess she knows her ABCs and Ds
(Ey, got me feeling like I lost my Keys)
Especially the D's
(Ey, I think I need a holiday)
You know, Dont gotta Be sweet for me
She say she ready, ready for the B
(Ey, just woke up like a Zombie)
I guess she knows her ABCs and Ds
(Ey, got me feeling like I lost my Keys)
Especially the D's
(Ey, I think I need a holiday)
You know, Dont gotta Be sweet for me
Ya know...equality
Verse 2:
Its Beeza bru, with my brothers no brasse
You cuff a kin, I just bass her and lass her
King Cat, Im Mufasa, got ninni for nannas
You balling come hang on my -
School a kid like Madrassa
God on a beat or like - Kanala
You like a scanner you replicate alles
Now you on yaard numbers soes Djs wat Malles
This - city's not the - its just a pot
The - inside is really - but this - is all I got
And most of these rappers are swak
Aweh, aweh, aweh, what?
You just been saying a word and smiling a lot
But you not entertaining like Devon Don Did Its
Videos, come play with my -
Itf not Il force my - up your, but
Im not Gay im just saying I do give a -
I dont need protection I came with a rush
And when you see me you hosh mybru?
Dont chise me like that the brasses on a pos mybru
Bra's kinnes on my page skat she los mybru
Sieke wanna be on stage and then - the crew
Pre Chorus:
Boy im to ghetto
Boy im, Boy im, Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese, Im
Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese
I baita with wette, I baita with wette
Boy, Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese
I baita with wette a 9ml beretta
Boy im to ghetto
Boy im, Boy im, Boy im too ghetto
Go fetch your broese, Im
Chorus:
She say she ready, ready for the B
(Ey, just woke up like a Zombie)
I guess she knows her ABCs and Ds
(Ey, got me feeling like I lost my Keys)
Especially the D's
(Ey, I think I need a holiday)
You know, Dont gotta Be sweet for me
She say she ready, ready for the B
(Ey, just woke up like a Zombie)
I guess she knows her ABCs and Ds
(Ey, got me feeling like I lost my Keys)
Especially the D's
(Ey, I think I need a holiday)
You know, Dont gotta Be sweet for me
Ya know...equality