PaxkWoods - Classy Ghetto B!tch Lyrics

(Dat be Maaly Raw)

My bitch she classy ghetto Smoking cigarillos
Tell her "Hold on my strap" for real (For real)

She talking she speaking my language This shit can get dangerous
She watching my back for real (For real)

Start smoking forgot how i feel (I feel)
In my bag got this bitch on my belt (My belt)
Im so deep in the cup feel like im gonna melt
Im so focused on blues baby can you tell?

Like im on a mission go get it
They slide and they hit em
Like all my steppas in position for real
F*ck bout the opposition
We gon catch em slipping
We just mopped em down off the pill

My youngins out here f*cking broad day
Shootin showing face
They was raised by the streets aint no broadway
I got some pain in heart
Make your block get dark
We might bust if you looking the wrong way

Like
Tell me would you really hold somethin?
If my life on the line im gonna roll some
Im talking shooting dice with it
Pay the price with it
Shit gettin wicked its gruesome

So
Tell me really do you get it shorty?
Tell me do you really understand?
Tell me are you really with it shorty?
Or are you bluffing playing my hand?

My bitch she classy ghetto Smoking cigarillos
Tell her "Hold on my strap" for real (For real)

She talking she speaking my language This shit can get dangerous
She watching my back for real (For real)

Start smoking forgot how i feel (I feel)
In my bag got this bitch on my belt (My belt)
Im so deep in the cup feel like im gonna melt
Im so focused on blues baby can you tell?