ghost Lyrics

Bang my chest bitch, now my nuts hang

Turn the radio off when I laugh

Got a dolce for when u wanna dance

Lit my blunt up, took it from the bag

Took a 84 and put it in my bag

Took a 86, mixin' up my drank

All these groupies hoes, claiming they my fan

You the bigger foe, make your neck hang

With a lotta foes, I might need me gang

Got my cousin home, we be talking M's

Bring the dozen home, weapon for the gang

I could fuck a hoe, and make my nuts hang

Fuck the method

In a corner store, lotta motherfuckers

Knock the window down, I see different flavors

Pop the finger now, master recipe with no pepper

Fill my double cup, laser thru the chaos

Got the aura of a mafia, offer em' to jésu

Let you count it up, let you count my hunnids

In front of pussy motherfucker, I would never fumble

This ain't no concert, mosh pit till we bleed son

We got the camera, go and make a threesome

I got the dollars, she wanna make some mean fun

Stop the ashin', realize it's my fuckin lean cup

Had the habits, with no real explanation

Pull the trigger, with no real hesitation

I don't forget, when I was on medication

Tell me "Does your homie own the record label?"

Couple dumb bitches give me head on sight

Got an Asian with no setback on the right

Miss info can't keep secret for her life

I'm the reason she can't sleep alone at night

What it do?, We should stop fore we ghost

When I hit? Did u ever see me miss?

When I swing the arm , It's a fuckin' kill

Got an extra tank, I don't need a fill