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(Marc Boomin, this you)
Y'all niggas can't run with this shit, y'all feel me?
Ghetto Boyz shit
(Boomin need extras)

All I really wanna do is count a bunch of pape'
All I really wanna really do is bust the face
Forty-one prezi on, what the fuck you think?
I just poured a six now, what the fuck you drink?
My opinion, every bitch with a big butt stink
Bitch really asked me for some pape, did the one face
How the fuck you ain't gon' notice me? I got that one face
P left me with a pint of Wock', then I drunk eight

Dog love runnin', slow him down like when you pump brakes
I love this rap shit, I made sixty racks in one day
I ain't never gotta sign a deal
We gon' get rich, you find them one pills
I'm paying fifty-five for the orange pills
I have more clothes than the Gucci store did
Fuck her, kiss the coochie on the forehead
I fuck hard, I done ran through four beds
So box spring on the floor it is
Double pulled up with a hundred orange heads and a four of red
I been runnin' laps around niggas, I'm exhausted
Still'll rap the whole beat, niggas thought I lost it
Where the fuck my chain at? I thought I lost it
Bust a left on the state boys then tossed it

Get the plaque out the bust down, I gotta floss it
Break her back when I bust her down 'cause she talk shit
Threw ten shots at the nigga and he caught six
The first twenty racks I ever made was off a false brick
Aw, shit
Glock 9 on me right now full of bald heads
Guarantee I sold you cut drank if you bought red
He ain't really strung out on the hard, he a soft head
Used to listen to what my mama say, I had a soft head
Louboutins on my feet now, so I walk red
An RP30 in me got me moving like the walking dead
Oh he snitching? Hit him with the pistol, he can't talk dead

K hit him in his leg, they replaced it with a peg
Hope I say it one more time, they can't replace the nigga head
He actin' like he can't die, I can make the nigga dead
High off Percs, I'm in Truth tryna break a stripper leg
Six thousand dollar outfit got me dripping wet
I just gave a bitch nine hundred for a silhouette
Heard bro just stole your bitch, I'ma steal her next
Baby, you ain't got to suck the dick, just lick the head
If I like the bitch, I'll brainfuck her, I'ma hit her head
I'm tired of fucking on your mama couch, you gotta get a bed
Fucked a pregnant bitch, I think I hit a head

I fucked her friend and she fucked my brother, so the bitch ahead
I just got a deuce of Morton Grove I'ma mix with red
Won't give the bitch a dime, I'm tighter than too-little pants
I don't need a gun, I can kill you with my hands
Catch me in the summertime taking pictures with the fans
I'll hop out this 5-50 with FN
They left the back door open, I crept in
I gotta pay my bitch bills, I feel like less a man
You'll never ever hear me say my weapon jammed
My nigga plugged, he can get Hi-Tech in jail
Nigga, you don't sell crack, ain't no white on your scale

Ha
Now that's how you run on some shit, you know what I'm saying?
I'ma show you niggas how to run
Ghetto Boyz shit, y'all niggas can't fuck with this, nigga

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