[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you)
Y'all n***as can't run with this shit, y'all feel me?
Ghetto Boyz shit
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse]
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 dеal
We gon' get rich, you find them onе 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 n***as, I'm exhausted
Still'll rap the whole beat, n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a head
He actin' like he can't die, I can make the n***a 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 n***a plugged, he can get Hi-Tech in jail
N***a, you don't sell crack, ain't no white on your scale
[Outro]
Ha
Now that's how you run on some shit, you know what I'm saying?
I'ma show you n***as how to run
Ghetto Boyz shit, y'all n***as can't fuck with this, n***a