[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, y'all know what it is, boy
This Amber, OG Amber, boy
Best of Linwood, n***a, man, you know what it is, boy
Gettin' them blue jeans in, everything, them reggie 'bows
Them super corns, everything, man, we been doin' this shit 'round here, boy
You already know it (Damn, E, this a classic)
Baby Ray, Lil Blade, baby, you know we gettin' it

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
What made you think? (What made you think?), ice diamond links (Yeah)
I can run my bitch in Louis, came a long way from Pink (Came a long way)
That money on my mind, think I need to see a shrink
They done took my n***a Weezy, but it's welcome home to Dink (Welcome home)
I'm a 6 Mile baby (Yeah), Brick Mile
Used to be plottin' on a lick, I'm a lick now (I'm up)
They think I'm rich 'cause my pockets stuffed, that's just ten thou'
Think she special 'cause I let her fuck me at the big house (Okay)
Ayy, I'm a Detroit player (Huh?), white-buff trifler (Trife)
Introduce you to that bag, n***a, turn you right up (Right up)
Naw, I ain't IUR, n***a, but I'm iced up (Iced)
I heard it's a drought, but we got 'em, so the price up
Heard through the grapevine n***as on me, get your life took
You gon' end up on a shirt out here tryna get your stripes up (Huh?)
And every day a gamble, I ain't even pick the dice up (Uh-uh)
Man, it's 5 in the morning, Nutty workin' 'cause them sites up
I just made a bad bitch hit the store for some ice cups (Bad bitch)
I just made my lil' n***a hit the road full of white stuff (Yeah)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & Lil Blade]
What made you think that you can ever be a Ghetto Boy?
Uh, yeah, you better have some cheddar, boy (Yeah)
I took the coupe and pushed it sideways up Livernois
Yeah, yeah, them boys makin' hella noise (Yeah)
I'm humble, 'cause that flexin' I be doin', they ain't ready for it
Yeah, these n***as ain't ready for it
Real n***a, real in my blood, thank my daddy for it
Yeah (Ayy), yeah, these n***as they already know it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Blade]
Bitch, blunt full of Runtz (Runtz), neck full of chunks (Chunks)
What made you think that my bitch'd let you fuck? (The fuck?)
What made you think that you could run with the mob? (Sit down)
Goin' broke playin' keep up, lil' n***a, get a job (Come on)
Yeah, crib with the pond, really had it, ask my mama, though (I did)
In a Nike Tech, but my lady wearin' Prada, though
Name mean money, that's some shit that I ain't gotta post (Duh)
And I'm just gettin' started, man, that's what they gotta know
Run up fifty in the D and blow it all in Atlanta
Hold my chain up and cheese, I ain't runnin' from no camera (Cheese)
Pull it out your pocket, drop it all in a Fanta
Leave the hood with a lo', come through the 'burbs like I'm Santa, n***a (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Babyface Ray & Lil Blade]
What made you think that you can ever be a Ghetto Boy?
Uh, yeah, you better have some cheddar, boy (Yeah)
I took the coupe and pushed it sideways up Livernois
Yeah, yeah, them boys makin' hella noise (Yeah)
I'm humble, 'cause that flexin' I be doin', they ain't ready for it
Yeah, these n***as ain't ready for it
Real n***a, real in my blood, thank my daddy for it
Yeah, yeah, these n***as they already know it