"Ghetto Star" lyrics

(Play that back, Joe)
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit
(Damn, how you do that?)
Aight, let's start this shit off

I'm finna pop a bar
Soon as I hit the Feds, had to knock a guard
Street legend, feel like Rick Ross, I am not a star, but I'm with STAR
I ain't get the drank off the street, it was doctor bought
I had an accident, a quarter million dollar car involved
This rap shit, this my job, I'm not callin' off
If I grew up in y'all hood, I wouldn't have played basketball with y'all
I would've shot the park
I only pick her up when it's kinda dark
Lil Tay shot first, we had to pop it off
He said he gon' kill me, better knock it off 'fore we knock him off

I ride six deep, don't need a bodyguard
I beat him up in elementary, why he actin' hard?
I might be little, but the weapon I got extra large
Don't keep my dogs in the crib, I keep 'em in the yard
My shooters ride with clips like they make movies
And I'm tryna catch a fade, but I am not Boosie
Tryna see why he tryna love me, I am not Lucy
Take a look up in my bag, you might see all Blueys

I'm on Bouldercrest with a pint of Act', somebody call Gucci
Why you got that FN on you, finna call Lucci
Whole fit twenty racks 'cause it's all Louis
Like, I went Louis from the top to the bottom
I put a hole in the pint and got it out the bottom
The white bitch'll put you on your ass, I call it Ronda Rousey
I made dog shit off some baking soda and an ounce of powder
Found out where the crib at, oh, we 'bout to stalk 'em
I was finna drop a nigga if you seen me walkin'
We stay in the same house, but we be hardly talkin'
I knew the weed was good 'cause the Cali plug called me coughin'

Float on every beat, I be barely walkin'
If I got a problem, I'll have Rio come Atlanta Hawk 'em
Get excited when that money counter beep, 'cause I get it often
Had my brother put a hole in his head, now that boy a dolphin
Wet him up like a faucet if he double-cross me
Ice on my neck, I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin
Green Dept. tee, I look like I play for Boston
Might throw him on the truck if I ever catch him walkin'

I ain't get robbed, I left it in my locker
He a piece of shit, his momma should've left him at the doctor
Told him pull up, then met him with a chopper
I woke up and ate Filet Mignon, my breakfast was a thousand
With some fine shit, I met her at the college
I need some more houses, I'm investin' in a property
Million dollar crib, bitch, I just left from poverty
Million dollar nigga, bitch, it's a blessing if you saw me