GHOST MODE ft. PlayBoiCy Lyrics

I just had to go, had to hit the road

I just had to go, had to hit the road

She like, "damn, where you going, where you stay now "

She like, "damn, where you going, where you stay now"

She ain't want me when I was broke, but she begging me for a text back

Knowing she will never get the sex back

Posting me for no reason like, who you pleasing on the other side

Another opp

Oops, sorry, not sorry, gotta end it like a Atari

I don't even know, got your little hoe, not sorry

Cause I'm ballin' in AZ, I remember being poor

I ain't have no A.C.

I'm from the Midwest, where it snow

Where it gets real cold, they gone do you so bold

Like, tell me what you saying, bullets don't got no name

You cannot hang, you ain't gang

Got your bitch, she was playing with my nuts, they was swanging

Tell me what you saying, when you say I love you ?

I don't know, gotta show me what that mean

Tell me what that mean, tell me what that mean

Got your bitch looking like a fiend, yeah

Why the fuck she always on the dick

Tell me why shorty always on my dick

When I'm not around, who you really pleasing

When you in that town, I don't even know

How you gone look at me like a clown ?

I remember when they didn't wanna give me a chance

Now, shawty walking around with her pants down

And, she don't wanna come over, cause I got too much fame

Shawty, your nigga was a lame

And I can't really make mistakes

I remember when you canceled all your plans, just to see me on a date

Now, shawty won't even see me on her off day

Now I gotta watch Shawty like a play-by-play

Now she at my table, she still ain't say grace

But I still pray for them better days

When I didn't have to worry about no drama

Bout to meet yo mama, but about the drama

Fuck all the drama, I ain't got time for that shit

Got a cash fetish addicted by that bitch

All I say is raw shit, this my first take

Shawty shouldn't come around in the first place

Shouldn't have hit her in the first place

No hook, no script, no gimmicks

Making this while sick, you can hear my voice

I ain't got no choice, I had to make it out

I ain't need no bitch, I don't need no clout

If she fine as hell, it don't matter

I'm the same nigga making these same hit songs

And my songs coming off the fucking dome

Don't let me even pick up the phone, leave me lone

I don't need no VLONE, to get my point across

Don't need no diamonds or grills to get a refill

Yung baller, ain't on no pills

Don't gotta worry about him

Him

Worry about him