G Perico
Ghetto Poet
[Verse]
We gon' dance, drink, twist up our fingers
All the bad bitches wanna get with the gangsters
Come pick a fly n***a from the clique
We got money, we got blicks, we top shit
Top Crip, drive around in hot shit
Shake the city every time that we drop shit
Me and Steelz like somethin' you ain't never seen
Underground kings with iced out Clicc rings
Underdogs, but now we in a big league
Masked up, tryna see what the lick read
George Jefferson III, anybody make a funny move, lеave that n***a on the curb
Steak 48, I'm Shirlеy Temple
Dead homies, I love my beautician
Dead homies, I'm up on you n***as
On the dead homies, I'm gunnin' for you n***as
Lamborghinis in real life, all on the TV in real life, the shit you n***as dream is my real life
Through all the clout and the fame, n***a, still the same
Ghetto, pour it for the city, Crip James