Ghetto Lou Gram (Ft. Peezy)

[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
(It's a Wayne beat)

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Same niggas I was with when this shit wasn't right (Woah)
Now we bookin' flights (Woah), now we bustin' ice (Shit)
Rich as fuck in this bitch, nigga, fuck a price (Yeah)
Went from hidin' blow packs in a cup of rice

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Now I fly to Vegas with my bitch for a couple nights
Been rich before I ever had to touch a mic (Yeah)
We gon' fuck the streets up, we gon' up the price (Boyz)
I ain't waitin' one more day, it's goin' up tonight (Tonight)
In this bitch sticked up, nigga, fuck a fight (Ah, ah)
In here playin' with the mob, you don't want your life (Yeah)
Ghetto Boyz shit, MCD, blickies in the V (Shit)
This a heroin, in Tennеssee, they give me fifty-three (Comе on)
Play with me, niggas pull up blowin', they like Kenny G
Real shooters, don't play NBA, but made NBC (Nah)
Pull up to your city, mix the rizzy with the food on it (Yup)
Spread on the plate, come make your play, it's some room on it (Come on)
Winning team, nigga, I'm the one, call me Billie Jean (Big Lou)
Amiri jeans hittin' off the Wheats, switchies with the beam
R.I.P. Soda, that's why I'm rose down sittin' in the Rover (R.I.P. Soda)
Poured up an eight of Wockhardt in one two-liter soda
Cook a whole brick at one time, bring back Minnesota (Whole thang)
Old-school donk, you gon' hear fifty comin' out the motor (Lou Gram)