so ghetto freestyle

back atcha

yellow g

clue

brooklyn. i spit that murda murda murda

that mur-mur-mur-murda shit

i spit that g-g-g

that g-g-g-gansta shit

i spit that brook-brook-brook

that br-br-br-brooklyn shit

ay

look

the streets talkin

they say i'm back lookin like me

i still got it

and ain't nobody took it from me

they sayin i'm nice

it's like i hit my prime twice

i'm not your cup of tea

i'm patron

lime

ice

mixed in a shaker

my style is like a chilled shot

less burn

but i'm still hot

i charm your lady

then i strong arm your lady

tell her deflate these balls one time for brady

it's lines like that

make you rewind that back

i flip mine like crack

i'm trynna grind that back

you see

i've always been a hustla

cook it up for the customers

kept workin the spot til it got muscular

ya chick is a groupie

she could fit a tour bus in her

matter fact

i heard she had the whole tour bus in her

you the type of sucka that fall in love and bust in her

when all it ever took was one spliff to bust a bust in her

trustin her

thinkin that's your boo thing fam. now you know why she love the wu-tang clan

she'd prolly fuck anything with a new chain

man

so imagine what she'd do to 2 chainz

damn. fuck it

time to pop the new swag off

i got the wave back

i took the doo rag off