GHOST TYP3 ft. Yung JAMEY Lyrics

Me in the back you know I like it like that ho

talkin the smack while I be up in my castle

Told her get back Ik my heart is so fragile

wanted to chat but now im feelin like an asshole

Passed all my class and now my chain swing like a tassel

Wanted to rap and now I open up a tab for

Some weed and more tats I think that ima hit the track store

Got all my cash and now I’m lookin for my passport

I won’t be last so tell me What the fuck you mad for

Come up real fast they askin why I do the dash for

More weed and more racks I think that I might have a problem

a lot of you rats and uppin poles ain’t gonna solve em

You in all black you know I like you like that tho

Pourin up four I got the lean in my castle

I’m in the zone, i got the dope in my chapel

Bad to the bone I learned the drugs are my shackles

Told her I know my brain be in it’s own battles

Like NFL I got some things I should tackle

bottle it up and disappear like it’s the rapture

Gettin fucked up and now we lookin for a rat sure

Deep in the south we boot up show homie my big spurs

Put ‘em in formaldehyde now he look like big bird

Switch up jeckle Hyde told me I not gonna fix her

Only fuckin shots I take is when I’m in the picture

You don’t know no killers,

Jackson five yo girl think that I’m her thriller

You in all black you know I like you like that tho

Pourin up four I got the lean in my castle

I’m in the zone, i got the dope in my chapel

Bad to the bone I learned the drugs are my shackles

Yuh Now IM EVEN RICHER

Yuh really thought I missed her?

Yuh Hit you with this missle

Yuh Pop out with dual pistols

Yo ya mama smokin crystals

And I’m only smokin skittles

You in all black you know I like you like that tho

Pourin up four I got the lean in my castle

I’m in the zone, i got the dope in my chapel

Bad to the bone I learned the drugs are my shackles

Told her I know my brain be in it’s own battles

Like NFL I got some things I should tackle

bottle it up and disappear like it’s the rapture