[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs]
My bitch bad, she from the O, I'm from the ghetto
Tryna catch gold presidential, hood metal
Just 'cause you running with pay, don't feel special
Up ten racks on the bitch, that's just to test you
Tryna see if you a freak, yeah, up in them sheets
You fucking with a trap n***a, I've been hustling all week
First I start off with packs, catch them in my sleep
Better mention money, if you ever tryna speak on me
On [?] block, chilling with them straps out
Oldheads peaking out they blinds, like they backed out
Ghetto young n***as, bitch, we known for pulling stacks out
Or your bitch know me, 'cause I probably blew her back out
This life now ain't compared to what we used to do
If wе see you out in traffic [?] you
Got a gang full of n***as that love to shoot
You'd understand if you came from thе ghetto too

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs]
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, tryna make it off the block
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, run your neighborhood spot
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, through the city in them drops
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, tryna make it off the block
[Verse 2 ?]
Come on now
Savage life, grabbing ice
Oh you say you got a [?] cookie, I need that tonight
Met a plug, fucked around and got my cabbage right
Kept up with it, ain't slowed down at all, that package life
Picked up the rock and dribbledit, like Jordan Mike
I see a bitch I like, bet I might fuck around and score tonight
Went from high school games, to on the floor fights
N***as talking wreckless, pull up on them with that 4 [?]
They looking sick when I pull up, I thought Obama died
I come around [?] call the bomb squad
You heard what Paid Will said, you n***as out of town
Not even that, it ain't too late, bro, you just gotta grind
[?] said he still shooting, don't look out your blinds
And if you think my n***as boosting, then you out your mind
Every call get declined, when your bitch call my line
Cross that line, watch them hoes come across your spine

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs]
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, tryna make it off the block
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, run your neighborhood spot
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, through the city in them drops
We some ghetto young n***as
Ghetto young n***as, tryna make it off the block
[Verse 3: Peezy]
Ghetto young n***as, tryna make it off the block
With a crew of young killers, that'll hit you in the top
You ain't rocking with the movement, n***a, get up out the spot
'Cause I'm repping Chetter Grove, until they send me in a box
It ain't never gon' stop, I get money til I'm gone
In the foreign with two hoes, let them drive 'cause I'm blowed
Got a roll in my [?] it's been a good day of hustling
So even if she hit a pole, I got this bitch covered
New chain Rose Gold, went and got that bitch flooded
You thinking I'm a ho, but I'll kill you if you touch it
Rest in peace my n***a Twin, rest in peace Neff, I love you
Couple million dollars coming, still chilling in the slummage
You ain't did shit, I done it
You ain't sold shit, you lying
I be chilling with my guys, looking killers in the eyes
Me and my n***as on the rise, you and your n***as on the fall
Y'all ain't real, y'all some frauds
Tell them sit and watch us ball
Yeah


[Verse 4 ?]
Spot banging nonstop, we the reason all them narks out
30 [?] deep, all fellins with them straps out
You don't see me out, unless them shooters in the background
Eating off them dumps, until the feds shut the site down
If you knew better, you would do better
Juuged the plug, he should've knew better
Made him send another package, told him wrap it better
Called him back, for the record, we just [?]
Send more n***as out of state, [?]
But let me tell you how it got to this
Grew up in the ghetto, same house as Biggs
Now I'm the youngest in the hood, with a 50 [?]
It'll never be another team of n***as like us
Got the whole city buying white buffs
Priorities fucked all up
It's our city, you ain't gotta [?] fuck with us
BandGang