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g perico, mozzy, peezy & steelz - ghetto clicc (remix) lyrics

[chorus: g perico]
mama turned her back
i’m in the streets sellin’ crack
throwin’ up the g
that’s when i was young, now i’m a og
i ain’t never have job and i ain’t never stopped ballin’

[verse 1: mozzy]
dope dealer, huggin’ the curb like most n+ggas
lil’ 50 bubbles gave hope to a broke n+gga (yeah)
soon as i flipped the onion, i told him, “we on, n+gga”
went and copped a grill, would cross down the road with it (yeah)
now amg, i’m slidin’ with soul strippers
brodie on the run, he popped up the wrong n+gga (yeah)
trap house buckin’, they left me alone in it
told the label, “i’ll leave it, you give me a whole ticket” (hey)
yeah, and i ain’t fell off since
f+ck the homicidal unit, i ain’t tell y’all sh+t, it’s on the pebbles
big dog ’round this motherf+cker, drop webbles, that ain’t on my level
far as ms go, we accumulated several
starvin’ ’round a mozzarella fella, i wouldn’t let him (yeah)
riches out my jurisdiction when the dust settle
with bodies on my résumé, deserve every medal, who you tellin’, n+gga?

[chorus: g perico]
mama turned her back
i’m in the streets sellin’ crack
throwin’ up the g
that’s when i was young, now i’m a og
i ain’t never have job and i ain’t never stopped ballin’
[verse 2: g perico]
yeah, look, uh, ain’t no future in that front sh+t (nope)
n+ggas broke, steady stuck on that dumb sh+t
i ain’t never seen you in the hood, where you from, n+gga? (where you from?)
i’m into life acceptin’ everything that come with it (cash)
i ain’t broke, i’m fo’ sure ain’t no snitch (rat)
the era that i’m from, we was beefin’ with the crips (it’s the clicc)
never thought i’d get this old or get rich (money)
where n+ggas at? i just crashed another benz (skrrt)
my n+gga ain’t get caught with no kilos, he still got life on the phone tryna talk in code
innerprize clicc on everything i own
after eighteen years, baby town, welcome home (welcome home)
first, they love you, then they hate you, that’s just in a n+ggas nature (f+ck y’all)
i ain’t askin’ for no help, i ain’t askin’ for no favors
every month a n+gga gotta net at least a hundred bands (cash)
once you cross the other side, know there ain’t no comin’ back (none)
flyin’ in my old school with them big rims on it
when i jump out, baby girl, take a picture of me (cheese)
post it on the ‘gram, it’s the clicc, it’s the caption
i was ballin’ in the streets, but i’m rich off this rappin’ (it’s the clicc)

[chorus: g perico & peezy]
mama turned her back
i’m in the streets sellin’ crack
throwin’ up the g
that’s when i was young, now i’m a og
i ain’t never have job (me either, ghetto) and i ain’t never stopped ballin’ (go)
[verse 3: peezy]
it’s the clicc and the ghetto boys (uh+huh), ghetto boys clicc (it’s us)
forty grand in my khakis, that’s that ghetto boys sh+t (forty ball)
mama turned her back on me, so i turned to the strip (i’m outside now)
i never learned how to cartwheel (uh+huh), but i can make a flip (i can make flips)
i got a baddie in the trap house and we just made a fl!ck (for real)
she want to put tape on onlyfans, man, this b+tch sick (man, this b+tch crazy)
i was young runnin’ up to cars, pocket full of nicks (i got it)
fresh as h+ll at the house parties, throwin’ up the six (6 mile in this b+tch)
i ain’t never had a job but somehow i’m still lit (yeah)
i ain’t never stop ballin’ (uh+huh) and you ain’t never left the bench (you ain’t never left the bench)
i’m a og, i be still on that dumb sh+t (still on that dumb sh+t)
my lil’ n+ggas love strikers so i buy ’em just for them
just was takin’ over small times, how’d it come to this? (how the f+ck?)
bet awards, quarter worth of jewelry with my b+tch (no lie)
first goal was a million, then i knocked off the list (come on)
we don’t care ’bout your street cred’ if you ain’t got no chips (p+ssy n+gga)
it’s the clicc, n+gga

- g perico mozzy peezy steelz lyrics

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