"Ghetto Cypher" lyrics
Rio Da Yung Og, VonOff1700, RMC Mike & YN Jay Lyrics
It's a Wayne Beat
Shit
Yeah, like we (fuck the fire, we got grease)
And we gon' come the right way like
Nah, we gon' pull up with that shit, with that shit
Damn
Hit a nigga in his watermelon, watch his head bust
Gaffle Boys, we got a lot of dough, get your bread up
I beat her doonies from the side with one leg up
Nigga died in the track car, he in the dead truck
If you ain't gon' shoot the gun, why you hold the fire?
I got a four, he got a five, shit, let's pour a nine
Shot four body K on one knee, it got my shoulder tied
Bitch head goin' up and down, she on a roller coaster ride
Nigga killed yo man, man, you supposed to slide
MLM's brought him back to life, you was supposed to die
I don't want no hamburger, I just want some fries
This trap house don't never close, we need a open sign
I'm preferring silk pipe, I like the open mind
Hit him up close with the Glock, he got a open mind
He never made a shot, he went 0 for 9
I'm tryna dodge a pistol shot 'cause I'm totin' mine
I'm steppin' on the brick in Louis V loafers
Rock that bitch underarm, we don't need holsters
Shit I love come organic, we don't need posters
I only ate it 'cause her pussy had a clean odor
Pint of Tris, pint of Quae, we gon' mix match 'em both
You ain't never dropped an eight by yourself, nigga broke
Them hoes nigga that you lookin' up to, them nigga old
Come finna drop a DTM piece, I do the most
Dive southside, tell 'em, "Nigga, send a load"
When we caught that nigga, shot him from his head to his toe
I just got a pint of Tris for a boat
Think he a savage 'cause he just bought him a gun, he a ho
Soon as that they say, "Us up," we leavin' nigga on the floor
They pulled up on my side, I start shootin' through the door
Mini Marco drink'll turn a nigga to a ghost
I just landed in Miami, finna go and buy a boat
Got this fin fin off the path, but they think I pay a note
Caught him ridin' with his bitch, Bonnie and Clyde, killed them both
He my cousin and he snitchin', I don't care, he gotta go
She was playin' with the dick, I had to shove it down her throat
.308 super big, I knocked the head off a goat
I just walked in Louis V and spent four bands on the coat
He had his gun in his hand and he ran on his bro
We gon' kill him on the stage if you playin' at a show
They hit him in his head, then did a standover
Popped the nigga top with a can opener
I don't wanna fuck that bitch, but my friend wanna
You can only buy a ten-pack or better, not a Gram-Server
Now this pants purple, what the fuck?
They shot the nigga marrow up, it turned him to a transformer
Why you never go to jail? Are you an informant?
I left the interview early, it was important
The white man just caught me with some Act, I damn near walked to him
Who the fuck made Joe Jerry? I wanna talk to him
I hit that bitch so many times, I was car movin'
Eliantte, him behind the tent, thought they saw a future
Like send me half five percent, you can see the chin-ang
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, uh
She give me so much head, she got a big brain
Four Escalades behind me when I switch lanes
Now everybody know me, I can't even use my nickname
I block a car wash, come get your whip sprayed
Baby, come get me some head and get your rent paid
I'm a real drink sipper, you can't trick me
Nigga, I was drinkin' Actavis in the sixth grade
She pulled a lil' too close and the switch sprayed
Lil' nigga owe me ten bands, but this bitch paid
I am not tryna fuck, I wanna get faced
Nigga called me, says, "Kirk came up missin'," he was whipped face
This bitch turn your water dirty, this a Flint drain
Your mama gon' hold you down, bro, a bitch ain't
I'm with a real OG killer, you gotta switch blades
Mom put a dead body on the thumbnail, it was for clickbait
Shit, got shot while he was on vacay, he took a big break
They killed him on a cruise ship, he took a vacation
Pull up right now with the pint, bro, I hate waiting
Thousand pounds in the trunk, I'm tryna dodge the weigh station
Is we gon' fuck or not? Bitch, I hate dating
That nigga lying like he Muslim, he just hate baking
I'm in Puerto Rico with a case of Quagen, it's a vacation
We took him to the carnival, we got his face painted
Last thing that nigga seen was fire and a case shaking
This bitch tryna pull up, I had to baby-later
How my day went? I bought a pint of Quagen and an eighth-grader
Real Tris, baby, I sat on 79th with some eighth-graders
Shit
Yeah, like we (fuck the fire, we got grease)
And we gon' come the right way like
Nah, we gon' pull up with that shit, with that shit
Damn
Hit a nigga in his watermelon, watch his head bust
Gaffle Boys, we got a lot of dough, get your bread up
I beat her doonies from the side with one leg up
Nigga died in the track car, he in the dead truck
If you ain't gon' shoot the gun, why you hold the fire?
I got a four, he got a five, shit, let's pour a nine
Shot four body K on one knee, it got my shoulder tied
Bitch head goin' up and down, she on a roller coaster ride
Nigga killed yo man, man, you supposed to slide
MLM's brought him back to life, you was supposed to die
I don't want no hamburger, I just want some fries
This trap house don't never close, we need a open sign
I'm preferring silk pipe, I like the open mind
Hit him up close with the Glock, he got a open mind
He never made a shot, he went 0 for 9
I'm tryna dodge a pistol shot 'cause I'm totin' mine
I'm steppin' on the brick in Louis V loafers
Rock that bitch underarm, we don't need holsters
Shit I love come organic, we don't need posters
I only ate it 'cause her pussy had a clean odor
Pint of Tris, pint of Quae, we gon' mix match 'em both
You ain't never dropped an eight by yourself, nigga broke
Them hoes nigga that you lookin' up to, them nigga old
Come finna drop a DTM piece, I do the most
Dive southside, tell 'em, "Nigga, send a load"
When we caught that nigga, shot him from his head to his toe
I just got a pint of Tris for a boat
Think he a savage 'cause he just bought him a gun, he a ho
Soon as that they say, "Us up," we leavin' nigga on the floor
They pulled up on my side, I start shootin' through the door
Mini Marco drink'll turn a nigga to a ghost
I just landed in Miami, finna go and buy a boat
Got this fin fin off the path, but they think I pay a note
Caught him ridin' with his bitch, Bonnie and Clyde, killed them both
He my cousin and he snitchin', I don't care, he gotta go
She was playin' with the dick, I had to shove it down her throat
.308 super big, I knocked the head off a goat
I just walked in Louis V and spent four bands on the coat
He had his gun in his hand and he ran on his bro
We gon' kill him on the stage if you playin' at a show
They hit him in his head, then did a standover
Popped the nigga top with a can opener
I don't wanna fuck that bitch, but my friend wanna
You can only buy a ten-pack or better, not a Gram-Server
Now this pants purple, what the fuck?
They shot the nigga marrow up, it turned him to a transformer
Why you never go to jail? Are you an informant?
I left the interview early, it was important
The white man just caught me with some Act, I damn near walked to him
Who the fuck made Joe Jerry? I wanna talk to him
I hit that bitch so many times, I was car movin'
Eliantte, him behind the tent, thought they saw a future
Like send me half five percent, you can see the chin-ang
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, uh
She give me so much head, she got a big brain
Four Escalades behind me when I switch lanes
Now everybody know me, I can't even use my nickname
I block a car wash, come get your whip sprayed
Baby, come get me some head and get your rent paid
I'm a real drink sipper, you can't trick me
Nigga, I was drinkin' Actavis in the sixth grade
She pulled a lil' too close and the switch sprayed
Lil' nigga owe me ten bands, but this bitch paid
I am not tryna fuck, I wanna get faced
Nigga called me, says, "Kirk came up missin'," he was whipped face
This bitch turn your water dirty, this a Flint drain
Your mama gon' hold you down, bro, a bitch ain't
I'm with a real OG killer, you gotta switch blades
Mom put a dead body on the thumbnail, it was for clickbait
Shit, got shot while he was on vacay, he took a big break
They killed him on a cruise ship, he took a vacation
Pull up right now with the pint, bro, I hate waiting
Thousand pounds in the trunk, I'm tryna dodge the weigh station
Is we gon' fuck or not? Bitch, I hate dating
That nigga lying like he Muslim, he just hate baking
I'm in Puerto Rico with a case of Quagen, it's a vacation
We took him to the carnival, we got his face painted
Last thing that nigga seen was fire and a case shaking
This bitch tryna pull up, I had to baby-later
How my day went? I bought a pint of Quagen and an eighth-grader
Real Tris, baby, I sat on 79th with some eighth-graders
