[Intro: Peezy & G.T.]
Ghetto Boyz
G.T
Lil P, what up?
We'd make this bitch light up, light up
Light up, light up
Light up
Fuck with us and get light up, light up (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Baby, order what you want, it ain't no paper shortage (At all)
They in the club standin' 'round, n***as can't afford (They ain't ball)
Took o'heart, we've been goin', we just paid a mortgage
And I'm leavin' out with somethin' cold, that's another store (That's another store, ayy)
We with another n***a bitch, I'm in here actin' up (We in here actin' up)
Thirties on that 'Lac truck, shit, I can barely back it up
N***as playin' ho games, really all should wrap it up
'Fore I let them killers out the crib and come snatch you up (Yop, bah, bah, bah)
You at a standstill, n***a, I've been stackin' up (Stackin' up, n***a)
Pockets filled with pros I donе made, all was packaged up
In the booth poppin' Acе of Spade, Perry rollin' blunts
The owners wanna put us out like we ain't even old enough (Man, fuck on, yeah)
We doin' what we want in this bitch (N***a), steppin' all over the couches (Couch)
Pop a bottle, pourin' out, we givin' hoes fountains
A bitch see you and get to already doubtin'
And they come straight to us, they know them Ghetto Boyz 'bout it
[Chorus: Peezy]
Bitch, we done poured a whole pint up
Walk in the club, watch them bitches turn right up
Order up some ones, we'll fuck the whole night up (Yeah)
Waitress bring sparkles, we'll make this bitch light up
Make this bitch light up, light up (Yeah, Ghetto Boyz)
Light up, light up (We in this bitch, uh-huh)
Make this bitch light up, light up (Yeah, you know how many hoes, let's get it)
Light up, light up (Let's go)
We'll make this bitch light up

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Finals, home theater, mini-mansion (Chillin')
Watch out for my rivals, n***as be hatin' on the champions
Fall in the bar, make it rain on them bitches (We in here)
But fuck how I got it, just know it came from the trenches (Ho)
Just dropped my keys, in the coupe leavin' the bar (Damn)
I'm drunk as a bitch, but I got automatic start (We out)
Put the roochies on her, took the dubs off the Carti (Yeah)
Got her damn near lookin' better than Lovely Lessard (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Just checked my watch, I ain't got no time for these n***as (At all)
Just checked my BM, got all kind of bitches in it (You hear me?)
But when you see him, just know he came with some killers (Uh-huh)
Who'll shoot this bitch up like they play for a division (Bah, bah, bah)
We got them magazines with us, come get your issue (Come get it)
Just 'cause we all dress nice, don't get it twisted (Don't get it fucked up)
Mud over liquor, buy Patrón for the bitches
Spill the lean before I sip it, rest in peace my competition, n***a
[Chorus: Peezy]
Bitch, we done poured a whole pint up
Walk in the club, watch them bitches turn right up
Order up some ones, we'll fuck the whole night up (Yeah)
Waitress bring sparkles, we'll make this bitch light up
Make this bitch light up, light up (Yeah, Ghetto Boyz)
Light up, light up (We in this bitch, uh-huh)
Make this bitch light up, light up (Yeah, grab your ho, boy)
Light up, light up
We'll make this bitch light up