yung bans - ghetto child lyrics
[intro]
hey, baby, lil’ boy get burped
n-gga get murked, mm
put him on a shirt, it’s murkin’ season
young n-gga might rob for [?], yeah (percocet)
hey (percocet)
it’s murkin’ season
[chorus]
ayy, baby, lil’ boy get burped
put on a shirt if he run his mouth
so high up on the earth, n-ggas had to send a shuttle down (yeah)
trippin’, i popped a perc, sippin’ syrup, sealin’, mixin’ [?]
can’t stand them boys [?] i grew up as a ghetto child
as a ghetto child, every jungle goin’ wild
put the diamonds in my mouth
momma told me “spit ’em out”
hit the block and beat it out
i can’t be no boy scout
young n-gga 15, pistol packed inside the pouch
[verse]
yeah, momma say “get up out my house”
and when she found out my routes
yeah, or maybe it’s in my roots
wake up, pour a deuce, ayy, ridin’ ’round with my boo thing
kickin’ sh-t like liu kang, i just hit for a new flame
not t-ty boi, i got two chains, gotta be confident
if you in these streets out here robbin’ sh-t
i’m like f-ck a cop, i keep glocks, they ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
trappin’ them [?] ridin’ that b-tch
in love with the ghetto, a product of it
i found out that [?] was swallowing d-ck
[?] f-ck on her sis
got n-ggas on that broke sh-t, all i know is go get it
feel like young scooter, wake up, it’s a road trip
[chorus]
baby, lil’ boy get burped
put on a shirt if he run his mouth
so high up on the earth, n-ggas had to send a shuttle down (yeah)
trippin’, i popped a perc, sippin’ syrup, sealin’, mixin’ [?]
can’t stand them boys [?] i grew up as a ghetto child
as a ghetto child, every jungle goin’ wild
put the diamonds in my mouth
momma told me “spit ’em out”
hit the block and beat it out
i can’t be no boy scout
young n-gga 15, pistol packed inside the pouch
[outro]
(burp), excuse me, haha
know what i’m sayin’?
we burpin’ these n-ggas, we ain’t gettin’ burped, though
know what i’m sayin’?
n-gga talkin’ ’bout he put some money on my head, sh-t
sh-t, if i die, it’s [?] just my time to go
and it’s still f-ck y’all n-ggas
y’all n-ggas, y’all n-ggas–
y’all n-ggas from the suburbs, y’all n-ggas ain’t really on that, y’all n-ggas ain’t really from the ghetto
huh, let’s get it
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