Brinks Trucks
That stick might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round my heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
That stick just might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
Let it go, airplane mode
She in coach, I'm in loafers
Niggas don't show no love, they eating stouffers
That's just not kosher
That's just not right
I'm sorry, be quiet
Jolly ranchers, skrawberry, lean in that Sprite
Molly landed and now my plug is alright
God goddamn it can't be planning my life
So fucking manic, push my plans to the side
I do not panic
Don't need Xan's to decide
That stick might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round my heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
That stick just might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round my heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
Ghost ride the whip
Don't give me no lip
Who the fuck you think you talking to
Address me as sir
All this shit is pure
All this shit is A one
You don't really need A one when you eat a real fucking steak son
You niggas is well done
Got to learn how to do it yourself before this hell unfolds
Good luck hahaha
You can hover round my heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
That stick just might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
Let it go, airplane mode
She in coach, I'm in loafers
Niggas don't show no love, they eating stouffers
That's just not kosher
That's just not right
I'm sorry, be quiet
Jolly ranchers, skrawberry, lean in that Sprite
Molly landed and now my plug is alright
God goddamn it can't be planning my life
So fucking manic, push my plans to the side
I do not panic
Don't need Xan's to decide
That stick might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round my heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
That stick just might jam up your spokes lil nigga
You can hover round my heels, I'm ridin ghost lil nigga, ooh
Ghost ride the whip
Don't give me no lip
Who the fuck you think you talking to
Address me as sir
All this shit is pure
All this shit is A one
You don't really need A one when you eat a real fucking steak son
You niggas is well done
Got to learn how to do it yourself before this hell unfolds
Good luck hahaha
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Writer(s): Eric Mikulak
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