Make A Way Songtext
Ghetto Boyz shit money ain't nothin', uh
Free my nigga Woody
If I ain't been to the hood, that mean I'm gettin' money
We was nine years old, bro killed the bunny
He seen the blood comin' out and got adrenaline rushin'
Then he killed his cousin
Man in the middle, not the manager, Will on my cousin
We don't need no manager, this a real discussion
It was 2:30 PM, he got killed in public
They caught him at the grocery store, he got killed in Publix
Free my nigga Woody
If I ain't been to the hood, that mean I'm gettin' money
We was nine years old, bro killed the bunny
He seen the blood comin' out and got adrenaline rushin'
Then he killed his cousin
Man in the middle, not the manager, Will on my cousin
We don't need no manager, this a real discussion
It was 2:30 PM, he got killed in public
They caught him at the grocery store, he got killed in Publix
Six hundred G's, I just built the Brabus
Nine hundred horsepower, nigga, it's a rocket
So much dog shit, I can't fit it in my pocket
Gotta put the child lock on baby ghost, so he can get out and pop it
I told him, 'Come home, he gon' get out and pop it'
'Cause when he come home, it's a million dollars
And that's ninety days
And that shit go by quick a couple days away
Woody took the SK from Chavez, tried to shade a K
Now that I think about it, that's a Drake today
Nigga, I ain't doin' shit for free, I make Drake pay
I ain't told on nobody, I ain't gay, so what they can't say?
I got pure cocaine, smell like spray paint
This the real K2, the shit you can't spray
I damn near made a hunnid K a day and it's been 8K
Somebody send me two hunnid real quick, I'm tryna make a way
Let the police jump out they car, then shake away
Nigga, I ate McDonald's, what you ate today?
You ate steak today
And you ain't tell her you ain't got pape, so you can't pay Bitch, I'm the king of shit talkin', ain't shit I can't say
Walked out of Hutch with a chain and I ain't pay
He put a cold play down, shout out bare face
This bitch sent a picture of an ultrasound, I sent the staircase
They say this nigga Rollie real, but his ears fake
Bro, I still got the wheel, I just can't steer straight
Mike say, 'He ain't ate shit all day, how many pills you ate'?
It could be two-fours, a different drink, but it's still an eight
And I'ma mix it up, I like to get high
Twenty-five racks on me, I'm just gettin' by
In a Trackhawk with my other codey, we might spend, buy
Left the bitch at the Hilton and never said bye
Crazy part is I never say hi
She cut into me, the bitches y'all pay for pussy, they fuck for free
And the bitch even said I know I'm ugly
That don't mean nothin' to me
Spent a thousand dollars cash gettin' somethin' to eat
Okay, I got five million cash, I can go to sleep
Hoodie on with a fuckin' ski mask, they ain't even know its me
But I got on glasses, though, they thought it was VonOff seventeen
Mike had a one, I had a pint, we drunk at seventeen
Wockhardt hit my city, twenty-seventeen
Ten niggas outside with eleven things
Police ass, nigga, call twelve, my bro's thirteen
Nine hundred horsepower, nigga, it's a rocket
So much dog shit, I can't fit it in my pocket
Gotta put the child lock on baby ghost, so he can get out and pop it
I told him, 'Come home, he gon' get out and pop it'
'Cause when he come home, it's a million dollars
And that's ninety days
And that shit go by quick a couple days away
Woody took the SK from Chavez, tried to shade a K
Now that I think about it, that's a Drake today
Nigga, I ain't doin' shit for free, I make Drake pay
I ain't told on nobody, I ain't gay, so what they can't say?
I got pure cocaine, smell like spray paint
This the real K2, the shit you can't spray
I damn near made a hunnid K a day and it's been 8K
Somebody send me two hunnid real quick, I'm tryna make a way
Let the police jump out they car, then shake away
Nigga, I ate McDonald's, what you ate today?
You ate steak today
And you ain't tell her you ain't got pape, so you can't pay Bitch, I'm the king of shit talkin', ain't shit I can't say
Walked out of Hutch with a chain and I ain't pay
He put a cold play down, shout out bare face
This bitch sent a picture of an ultrasound, I sent the staircase
They say this nigga Rollie real, but his ears fake
Bro, I still got the wheel, I just can't steer straight
Mike say, 'He ain't ate shit all day, how many pills you ate'?
It could be two-fours, a different drink, but it's still an eight
And I'ma mix it up, I like to get high
Twenty-five racks on me, I'm just gettin' by
In a Trackhawk with my other codey, we might spend, buy
Left the bitch at the Hilton and never said bye
Crazy part is I never say hi
She cut into me, the bitches y'all pay for pussy, they fuck for free
And the bitch even said I know I'm ugly
That don't mean nothin' to me
Spent a thousand dollars cash gettin' somethin' to eat
Okay, I got five million cash, I can go to sleep
Hoodie on with a fuckin' ski mask, they ain't even know its me
But I got on glasses, though, they thought it was VonOff seventeen
Mike had a one, I had a pint, we drunk at seventeen
Wockhardt hit my city, twenty-seventeen
Ten niggas outside with eleven things
Police ass, nigga, call twelve, my bro's thirteen
