Ghetto DEMF

Ayyo, left with the hood that I rep with
From the side of the tracks in the area
Where they might bury ya bare with a stare
And 'em bullets'll flair in the air in hysteria
Welcome to America's Detroit area
Hoes that bit open up clothes in the streets
And leave the cops in there fearing ya
Cops in the area to knock off
So drop when you hear the pop
That mean it probably done popped off
The only blaze when you are walking in the place
While wearing some Cartiers and get a gun in your face
And catch a bullet for shades, hold up yo
n!ggas like oh sh!t dawg you on some ho sh!t
Ghetto DMF but you seeing more guns then glow sticks
Black girl smoke sh!t, white girl coke strip
Hung around n!ggas that didn't know sh!t
Only knew the hustles...
Talk ease my n!gga, talk E's
Getting hexed tell me get on them records and talk greasy
Chicks like to get in the ear, talk sleazy
Smile in your face, hate talk to CD
If we ain't talking cheese then we ain't talking at all
Please your bra wanna leave after seeing the car keys
Now she's hanging off
Now what what

Some Ghetto DMF sh!t
Tell me what you n!ggas gonna do
Ghetto DMF sh!t
Riding around come through
Ghetto DMF sh!t
Put on with 'em for the crew
Ghetto DMF sh!t
You know, you know who
Ghetto

Some Ghetto DMF sh!t
Tell me what you n!ggas gonna do
Ghetto DMF sh!t
Riding around come through
Ghetto DMF sh!t
Put on with ' em for the crew
Ghetto DMF sh!t
You know, you know who
Ghetto

Where all the buttnaked strippers at?
She poppin' the trunk I'll put the shotty where her kittens at
Speakers speaking up where I'm sitting at
n!gga freak, n!gga bagging b!tches for a pic of that (what that thing smell like?)
She ain't tryna hear it
And I would check her ID she smell like teen spirit
Hoes trap you wavy ghetto tek banging in the whip
Godfather better get your b!tch playing
They ain't playing with you, better get your b!tch playing
Hit the stains watch the whole crowd turn to Rick Flairs
Every thought I have is still the kick snare
Everything I do is for this sh!t here
Ladies on my nut hair
You cut 'em once, you cut 'em off or cut 'em forever
Scro and square, ho n!ggas pimpin' proper n!ggas getting pimped
Be something like a hater pop a shot off on the bench
That's why I don't get caught up in the mix
New techniques, turn the tables
Hit the D with a J lit
Ghetto DEMF where the dealers with the base go
When the bank slow, serving fiends getting pesos
So Ghetto DMF sh!t