Ghetto DEMF

[Verse 1: Black Milk] 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 Niggas like oh shit dawg you on some ho shit Ghetto DMF but you seeing more guns then glow sticks Black girl smoke shit, white girl coke strip Hung around niggas that didn't know shit Only knew the hustles... Talk ease my nigga, 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 [Hook X2] Some Ghetto DMF shit Tell me what you niggas gonna do Ghetto DMF shit Riding around come through Ghetto DMF shit Put on with 'em for the crew Ghetto DMF shit You know, you know who Ghetto [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] 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 Nigga freak, nigga bagging bitches 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 bitch playing They ain't playing with you, better get your bitch 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 shit here Ladies on my nut hair You cut 'em once, you cut 'em off or cut 'em forever Scro and square, ho niggas pimpin' proper niggas 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 shit