"Ghetto Fox" lyrics
YTB Fatt & Rio Da Yung Og Lyrics
[Intro:]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
[Rio Da Yung Og:]
Bitch, I'm with lil' Fox
We just put a three of Tris in a lil' pot
10 milli' clean, put the switch on a lil' Glock
He tried to block it, but I hit him with the hook shot
We got the hood hot
Rob the Yung Og, I think you should not
I signed a nigga in a feds, I felt like Suge Knight
We just found some glass of red, it's a good night
I been through so much shit in my life, I got a book to write
Sosa ain't got drank, I'm with Snook tonight
Snatch a nigga ice, he re-dropped, then we took it twice
If my mama hear I'm dead, the drank took my life
The nigga sold me fake drank, so I took the pint
I'm tryna check for Karo, that's why I shook the pint
I just drank a four raw, I got a crooked eye
Shit talkin', but I might just do a hook tonight
Told Will, "Gas the PJ up, we ain't bookin' flights"
[YTB Fatt:]
I got tall hoes, same height as Dior Dess
In the street for real, my model bitch in the feds
Pop out Chrome Heart, I grabbed the Brabus truck from Bagg
G5 the jet to a Tris pint when I land
My grandma still live where Zai died, gave her a K
It ain't shit to make a hit, pussy, I'm on plaque number eight
I'm fuckin' on a booster, her ass shaped like a eight
They crashin' out about me, I got Foxes every state
Ah, life lit for real, now I get high with Rod Wave
[Rio Da Yung Og:]
Like be for real, how you dodgin' that case?
Million dollar check and ain't been home for nine days
They heard the Yung Og home, this shit look like a Lions game
Ten'll get you hit, a dub, crime pays
Had to leave the messy bitch, she playin' Facebook live games
My son got a stick for Christmas, I ain't buyin' games
Promethazine with codeine, I ain't buyin' plain
'Less it's plain presi's
I'll bust a platinum down, nigga, I ain't petty
You say you want a quarter brick, I got a nine ready
It's a safety on the Draco, but the 9 ready
[YTB Fatt:]
Fox piss on a bitch, look like R. Kelly
Locked in with Ja, I had a Glock when they played the Celtics
Fox caught two before he died, now he in heaven
Rio was locked in August, talkin' 'bout nigga was his celly
Seventy for the presi'
He gonna come 'round this shit, that boy died, he gon' tell it
Take a shit on the rap game, I know they smell me
Ratchet ho bummin', thought I had sex with Sexyy
How much for a show? Fifty-three plus seven
Foxes on tour with me, how many? Twenty-seven
Lil' Fox ain't got shit, he'll kill you for a seven
How much I put on his head? The fuckin' Rolls Spectre
Never mind, hit baby Fox, he'll kill you for some leisure
Jordan 11s
I got real killers in heaven
How much we poured up? Eleven
How many them Percs Lil Jay off? Eleven
White thick bitch got cake like Lil Debbie
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
[Rio Da Yung Og:]
Bitch, I'm with lil' Fox
We just put a three of Tris in a lil' pot
10 milli' clean, put the switch on a lil' Glock
He tried to block it, but I hit him with the hook shot
We got the hood hot
Rob the Yung Og, I think you should not
I signed a nigga in a feds, I felt like Suge Knight
We just found some glass of red, it's a good night
I been through so much shit in my life, I got a book to write
Sosa ain't got drank, I'm with Snook tonight
Snatch a nigga ice, he re-dropped, then we took it twice
If my mama hear I'm dead, the drank took my life
The nigga sold me fake drank, so I took the pint
I'm tryna check for Karo, that's why I shook the pint
I just drank a four raw, I got a crooked eye
Shit talkin', but I might just do a hook tonight
Told Will, "Gas the PJ up, we ain't bookin' flights"
[YTB Fatt:]
I got tall hoes, same height as Dior Dess
In the street for real, my model bitch in the feds
Pop out Chrome Heart, I grabbed the Brabus truck from Bagg
G5 the jet to a Tris pint when I land
My grandma still live where Zai died, gave her a K
It ain't shit to make a hit, pussy, I'm on plaque number eight
I'm fuckin' on a booster, her ass shaped like a eight
They crashin' out about me, I got Foxes every state
Ah, life lit for real, now I get high with Rod Wave
[Rio Da Yung Og:]
Like be for real, how you dodgin' that case?
Million dollar check and ain't been home for nine days
They heard the Yung Og home, this shit look like a Lions game
Ten'll get you hit, a dub, crime pays
Had to leave the messy bitch, she playin' Facebook live games
My son got a stick for Christmas, I ain't buyin' games
Promethazine with codeine, I ain't buyin' plain
'Less it's plain presi's
I'll bust a platinum down, nigga, I ain't petty
You say you want a quarter brick, I got a nine ready
It's a safety on the Draco, but the 9 ready
[YTB Fatt:]
Fox piss on a bitch, look like R. Kelly
Locked in with Ja, I had a Glock when they played the Celtics
Fox caught two before he died, now he in heaven
Rio was locked in August, talkin' 'bout nigga was his celly
Seventy for the presi'
He gonna come 'round this shit, that boy died, he gon' tell it
Take a shit on the rap game, I know they smell me
Ratchet ho bummin', thought I had sex with Sexyy
How much for a show? Fifty-three plus seven
Foxes on tour with me, how many? Twenty-seven
Lil' Fox ain't got shit, he'll kill you for a seven
How much I put on his head? The fuckin' Rolls Spectre
Never mind, hit baby Fox, he'll kill you for some leisure
Jordan 11s
I got real killers in heaven
How much we poured up? Eleven
How many them Percs Lil Jay off? Eleven
White thick bitch got cake like Lil Debbie
