Ghost Writer Lyrics

Damn

Damn

Nigga this shit finna be hard as fuck

Straight punchlines

I just got rich off of punchlines

Life's a movie but I do not know the run time

I always knew my dog was knot telling, he in there tongue tied

I set the bar at the money counter like a drunk guy

Tee Flenory could tell you boys was fifty with just one eye

You niggas fifty that just mean you playing both sides

Ridin' round with that fire on me, I look like ghost rider

They couldn't see me coming up with this guess I'm a ghost writer

Y'all my sons, you can't take me out, I can't go like Ghost died

My ex did sum real real low, I feel like Flo Rida

Females love to bug me on the web I call you hoes spiders

They said Motion buy some features, you'll be up in no time

I could go on a tangent bout why I do not need no co-signs

I'll grind up the industry cause I am not a plant

It's fuck twelve, I still feel iffy watching ja morant

Light a opp up with that fire, that boy a lava lamp

Made so many bands this summer I could prolly rock a camp

Tryna jump me is a leap of faith

When cuddy fire, It'll b self defense, and we gone beat the case

Fuck Chris Paul and State Farm cause I don't speak jakes

I drive like a hard worker

(Huh)

I don't need the brakes

Account got a couple zeros like Russ and Dame

And I just spent a couples zeros to bust a chain

Woulda gave that girl my heart but she fucked on wassaname

Juice Wrld wasn't lying man all these sluts the same

Like sex with a cripple, man you niggas fucking lames

Nigga said twenty-three was his year but nothing changed

Had to go through a couple storms for sunny days

I relate to Derrick Henry my titans gone run the game

I'm tryna live like Jesus, everywhere we making profits

My shooter stay in all black, we thought that boy was gothic

We gone fuck some shit up with music just like a mosh pit

Me and bro gone stack the money and pile it (pilot) don't need a cock pit

Shorty tried to tell me that I'm not shit

Like Lebron depend on his agent, they know i got Rich (Rich Paul)

I got the key to the rap game, I'm like a lock smith

Bro had a smart mouth, til Einstein got hit with rocket

(Gunshot)

Huh...

Damn that shit ironic

I be in the lab like them kids who was bionic

Bitch blew(blue) that she can't get a ring, we call her sonic

And yo tape is not a banger unless u gone put me on it

(Facts)

Boy go do ya research

She gone suck until her knees hurt

Everybody eats that's how a team work

Life's a fucking movie, this shit dreamworks

We can knock the nigga off balance long as the beam work

His body twitching, we just end his live just like a streamer

Now he in a box like Roddy Rich, it sound like EE-ER

I could not stand when i was broke just like a femur

They ain't have faith I'd make it, now them boys turned to believers

My money go long just like recievers

Havin' twenty k in yo pocket change yo demeanor

He tried to worm his way out that jam, we made him eat dirt

Bro merched we wouldn't catch him now that boy is on a t-shirt