Who Dat ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Don't you ever try to play me, bitch, you Know I'm really that

Any drug you put in front of me, I bet I'm Flippin' that

And any nigga text my gangsta, bet I layed That nigga flat

I was 17 in the back, clutchin' on the Mac

& you can ask kill nigga if you wanna merch it Bitch it's facts

I took my lumps in these streets, I ain't neva Been a rat

So I can't vouch for these niggas, Out here Say they movin' packs

Cause when you was in that room, bitch, Them feds made you crack

Free Jayy out that, Cell the real Mr get it back

We go way back when we was sellin' knick-Knacks

Shit my knick-knacks was dubs shit I had a Big sack

Runnin' with Ghost nigga, we makin big racks

Money train, FMG, we havin' plenty money

Motion, Two G's on me daily, this what I Crack, not what I'm holdin

Twenty-five in my closet, got a Cream for my Lotion

Baby said I smell good, so she wetter than The ocean

Mick on my phone, Aye, D where the fuck You at

He want a 60 right now, you know we do grams to that

If you want the tan, then you gotta hit my Other jack

Made right off Howard, then on Howell, Then I double-back

Mook my big bro, yeah, he taught me Everything

Put me right in the game, then we touched Our first pings

Fell in love wit big spenders cause they Make these phones ring

Chillin' in a stu, I got bets on UNC

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