Ghetto Boy Shit Lil Yachty (Ft. RMC Mike)

[Intro: RMC Mike]
Yeah
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Bitch
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Hey

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I just pulled off from the 6, pulled up on your bitch, hey
I just pulled up with a stick, put one in your shit, hey
I just started off with shit, now I'm feelin' rich
Unky want a whole brick, meet me at 906
Low-key bro mad as hell, he couldn't find no Tris
He tryna stunt with thirty-six, he need to hide his wrists
Bored with the lean, I grabbed the Vernors, drop a pint in it
I just rolled up a 'Wood with my opp's life in it
Unc' stabbin' niggas in the feds 'cause he got life in it
White bitch got some good head, but she got lice in it
Bitch ain't tryna fuck the squad for free, what's the price for it?
Bustdown Cartier wires with the lightest tint

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
When I die, burn my money, I ain't sharin' shit (Go)
Carbon fiber ARs with trigger hairs on it
My bitch booty so damn big, I could sit a chair on it
Not sittin' in a chair, sit a chair on her (Damn)
Told her I'ma shut her ass up, she keep saying, "Purr" (Damn)
Twelve Wock' lines in a two, think shit a cure (Yeah)
Fucked her raw and didn't catch shit, I am too pure (Yeah)
Almost put a bullet in the wrong nigga, we was not sure
Niggas shouldn't've even returned to our opps, that's your dad fault (Go)
Pulled up in a coupe, it was all black, look like asphalt (Damn, damn)
I let my cash talk (Damn)
This bitch could lay on her back and let her ass walk (Walk, go)
I know you miss your mans
He's never coming back, shit had hit the fan
Knew that I would always be rich, It was in the plans (Yes)
I am in a million-dollar club, I don't flex grams