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I know you see us baby

Summer time in that ghost
Niggas stunting for hoes get you blast at
Play with fam niggas dropping bombs on ya dad cap
Hating on a nigga nah we ain't never had that, round here
Elm & jean bitch we all here
Niggas sipping drank eating steak wearing lounge gear playa shit
Gettin too many pesos to persuade a bitch
Linked up with Bo got on some wavy shit fuck with us
Life cool, can't complain it's on the up & up
Throw a party on the block you know the hoes pullin up with they tops down & they tops off
I told come her come with me i'm tryna get my rocks off
Damn that ass soft but it don't feel better than money touching my hands when i count it
No sucka shit i can't stand to be around it
Surrounded by trapaholics like damn son where you find this

I know you see us baby
Hop out looking too amazing
Way too playa way too wavy
Just know that ghosttown made us
Know you can't fight the feeling
Windows tinted corner bending
Way too real ain't no pretending
That's just that ghosttown in me

Summertime in that ghost
Niggas stunting for hoes get ya blast at
Young Cobain droppin bombs like Baghdad
Hating on a nigga nah we ain't never had that
Sleeping on me you gone wind up with a bad back
Barry bonds out the park everything i bat at
Never hit the scene with a girl unless she bad bad
Smoke a lil weed like to shop call her hashtag
You can call me Bo baby got it from my dads dad
Pimpin in my blood chasing nothing but a bag bag
Sittin on the throne hood love me like crack crack
Touch a hair on em you gone wind up in a black bag
Ernest on my side & you know what's up in that bag
He don't rock a man purse nigga that's a strap bag
So you better bag back you ain't even the wave
You know that be the mayor you ain't even gotta ask that

I know you see us baby
Hop out looking too amazing
Way too playa way too wavy
Just know that ghosttown made us
Know you can't fight the feeling
Windows tinted corner bending
Way too real ain't no pretending
That's just that ghosttown in me

This that flannel, gold watch with my vans on
Told her she ain't comin in my room with them pants on
I could be dead wrong, but it feel right
Whatever we do in the dark a never come to light
I'm shooting dice tryna break em up
Hunched over back hurtin i gotta straighten up
Still be onnat ratchet shit when i be feeling foolish Remember skipping class & shit running ducking truancy
Baby ain't no you & me is what it is fuck what it used to be
Must be a fool you think ion keep a few wit me
Real nigga i ain't gotta say it i proved it
23 years of life this shit feel like a movie & when i'm talking my shit it's amusing
Cause i'm on a perc 10 it got me feelin groovy
Outta site dynamite like i'm JJ still send my uncle pokey money thru the jpay!

I know you see us baby
Hop out looking too amazing
Way too playa way too wavy
Just know that ghosttown made us
Know you can't fight the feeling
Windows tinted corner bending
Way too real ain't no pretending
That's just that ghosttown in me