Ghetto Baby Boom - Going Straight On
[Intro]
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[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
All we do is ball out
Thought he could fuck with me, made him put that ball down
Hardbody, I can't love no bitch ain't got no soft spot
Everybody 'round me tell me I'm the hardest nigga out
I can't fuck with you, you get up in the booth and tell lies
Brand new Glock 27 for my biggest opp
I can't please hoes for shit, that's why I stopped tryin'
He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't even box
All this money on my head, I ain't scared to die
He paid for a fake hit, he keep gettin' slided
I ain't gon' lie, if I was dude, I'd throw in the towel
Rob me a nigga every time JJ cross my mind
Niggas ain't tryna bump for real, they just chasin' clout
A couple dollars'll make your bitch do a whole lot
Can't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't got no bodies
I beat my case, fuck up out my face, I don't talk to cops
My first day out of jail, I'm like, "Where my Glock?"
You bought that bitch what the fuck? I bought that bitch a bottle
I took that bitch to Benihanas, you took her to your mama's ()
He make one wrong move, hit him with that chopper
[Verse 2: Ghetto Baby Boom]
You ain't ridin' for the gang, don't even come around us
Treat his ass like the producer, get the beat up out him
Hook got behind me, hard left, I damn near called my mama
You know we wipe niggas' nose for real, hit 'em with that chopper
Free my baby 8, I damn near say that shit like every song
Just 'cause I know bro-bro on the same type of time I'm on
You know we fuck all the bitches, you know we fuck all the hoes
Give a fuck if they be with the opps, tell 'em call my phone
Real pit, outside every day, be lookin' for a bone
[Verse 3: Diddy Da Don]
You out here thinkin' shit a game, you might not make it home
Don't get your ass left
Me and gang in competition who gon' catch one next
Yeah, I know that bitch an opp, but, man, that pussy wet
She know if they get the drop, gon' get her ass whacked
But she the reason all the opps be gettin' they ass fapped
I came in with members only, you know I fuck with Stax
I made a promise to my niggas I'll never lack
Boy, don't lack again, get your ass fapped again
Made a promise to your mans, "You gon' have a dead-ass friend"
Bitches sayin' that I'm fake, you was never in the plans
Free my nigga Number 8, he still tweakin' in the pen', nigga
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[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
All we do is ball out
Thought he could fuck with me, made him put that ball down
Hardbody, I can't love no bitch ain't got no soft spot
Everybody 'round me tell me I'm the hardest nigga out
I can't fuck with you, you get up in the booth and tell lies
Brand new Glock 27 for my biggest opp
I can't please hoes for shit, that's why I stopped tryin'
He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't even box
All this money on my head, I ain't scared to die
He paid for a fake hit, he keep gettin' slided
I ain't gon' lie, if I was dude, I'd throw in the towel
Rob me a nigga every time JJ cross my mind
Niggas ain't tryna bump for real, they just chasin' clout
A couple dollars'll make your bitch do a whole lot
Can't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't got no bodies
I beat my case, fuck up out my face, I don't talk to cops
My first day out of jail, I'm like, "Where my Glock?"
You bought that bitch what the fuck? I bought that bitch a bottle
I took that bitch to Benihanas, you took her to your mama's ()
He make one wrong move, hit him with that chopper
[Verse 2: Ghetto Baby Boom]
You ain't ridin' for the gang, don't even come around us
Treat his ass like the producer, get the beat up out him
Hook got behind me, hard left, I damn near called my mama
You know we wipe niggas' nose for real, hit 'em with that chopper
Free my baby 8, I damn near say that shit like every song
Just 'cause I know bro-bro on the same type of time I'm on
You know we fuck all the bitches, you know we fuck all the hoes
Give a fuck if they be with the opps, tell 'em call my phone
Real pit, outside every day, be lookin' for a bone
[Verse 3: Diddy Da Don]
You out here thinkin' shit a game, you might not make it home
Don't get your ass left
Me and gang in competition who gon' catch one next
Yeah, I know that bitch an opp, but, man, that pussy wet
She know if they get the drop, gon' get her ass whacked
But she the reason all the opps be gettin' they ass fapped
I came in with members only, you know I fuck with Stax
I made a promise to my niggas I'll never lack
Boy, don't lack again, get your ass fapped again
Made a promise to your mans, "You gon' have a dead-ass friend"
Bitches sayin' that I'm fake, you was never in the plans
Free my nigga Number 8, he still tweakin' in the pen', nigga
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