Lyrics
ooooh we so ghetto..
I'm so ghetto, hold metal.. where them thugs at
On the block, drinkin n smokin.. been there, done that
Now I run rap.. so let them guns clap..
So nice when I rock the mic they call me yung Stat..
I'm from Ghost Town.. where we hold the flows down..
Movin everything from ex n weed to coke pounds..
You know now.. when I use my beast flow..
Y'all can find me on the block like ya shootin a free throw
Catch me in the whip wit young chicks to older models..
Spittin free's cuz ya screwed off the top like soda bottle..
Hold the throttle.. cuz I'm blastin the clip..
Cuz the only rap tactics I know are drastic n shit..
We masterin this..(Status) I'm a bastard to kids..
Sell 'em oregano for weed.. laugh n then split..
Cat's and really ready for it.. (why) I smash fakes..
Cuz now I'm runnin wit Point.. like on a fast break..
