Ayyo left with the hood that I rep with
From the side of the tracks in the area
Where they might bury ya bare with a stare
And 'em bullets'll flair
In the air in hysteria
Welcome to America's Detroit
Area Hoes that bit open up clothes
In the streets
And leave the cops in there fearing ya
Cops in the area to knock off
So drop when you hear the pop
That mean it probably done popped off
The only blaze
When you are walking in the place
While wearing some Cartiers
And get a gun in your face
And catch a bullet for shades
Hold up yo
Niggas like oh shit dawg you on some ho shit
Ghetto DMF but you seeing more guns
Then glow sticks
Black girl smoke shit white girl coke strip
Hung around niggas that didn't know shit
Only knew the hustles hustles
Talk ease my n***a
Talk E's
Getting hexed tell me get
On them records and talk greasy
Chicks like to get in the ear
Talk sleazy
Smile in your face hate talk to CD
If we ain't talking cheese
Then we ain't talking at all
Please your bra wanna leave
After seeing the car keys
Now what
Some Ghetto DMF shit
Tell me what you niggas gonna do
Ghetto DMF shit
Riding around come through
Ghetto DMF shit
Put on with 'em for the crew
Ghetto DMF shit
You know you know who
Ghetto
Tell me what you niggas gonna do
Ghetto DMF shit
Riding around come through
Ghetto DMF shit
Put on with 'em for the crew
Ghetto DMF shit
Ghetto
Ghetto
DMF shit
DMF shit
DMF shit
DMF shit
Where all the buttnaked strippers at
She poppin' the trunk I'll
But the shotty where her kittens at
Speakers speaking up where I'm sitting at
n***a freak n***a bagging bitches
For a pic of that
What that thing smell like
She ain't tryna hear it
And I would check her ID
She smell like teen spirit
Hoes trap you wavy ghetto
Tek banging in the whip
Godfather better get your b***h playing
They ain't playing with you
Better get your b***h playing
Hit the stains watch the
Whole crowd turn to Rick Flairs
Every thought I have is still
The kick snare
Everything I do is for this shit here
Ladies on my nut hair
You cut 'em once you cut 'em off
Or cut 'em forever
Scro and square ho niggas pimpin'
Proper niggas getting pimped
Be something like a hater pop
A shot off on the bench
That's why I don't get caught up in the mix
New techniques turn the tables
Hit the D with a J lit
Ghetto DEMF where the dealers
With the base go
When the bank slow
Serving fiends getting pesos
So Ghetto DMF shit
