Superstitious

Shout out to my Ouija board
It's Lox
Look
Back in the day I was broke (shit)
Sniffing on coke with a slit in my throat
My whole body was numb as a corpse
Addicted to powder and breathin' in smoke
I be seeing shit deeper than most
'Cause I am the reason they believe in ghosts
I am the reason they believe in ghosts
(I am the reason they believe in ghosts)
None of you see me
And none of you hear but all of you fear me
I know you watchin' and waitin' and plottin' and hatin' just tryna get near me
Four in the morning, I'm here at your burial
Praying to Satan the demons'll carry you
Knowin' the heaven, they follow and martyr you
That's why you paranoid, I'ma burry you
Uh, I got two bitches
So superstitious
Checking your phone and your mentions
Look over your shoulder
Look in the mirror
Feelin' like I'm always near you
Like I'm Bloody Marry
I be ghost facin'
I got the shit you can't live with
I just do this shit
I just do this shit
I don't be doin' that bitch shit
Fuck yo, stupid, super-stitions
Fuck yo, stupid, system, it's broke
Fuck yo, stupid, super-stitions
Fuck yo, stupid, system, it's broke
Tell me like, what is your bank account amount?
Like bitch, can you add it all?
Smoke so many woods, like bitch I turn tomato
She ride that dick, it's so quick, I'm like vamonos, ouh
Yeah, might wanna test this, shit might get reckless, I got some weapons, yah
F-ing extensions and they ripe ligaments if we got pressure
Yeah, top fry
Givin' out Popeyes
Poppin' at papas
Sippin' on matas
Cover so dirty, the blood off a far cry
I give her dick out early then part ties
Why don't we aim for discussion?
My 45 it came out of this bustin'
Aim at his chest, give a fuck out who lookin'
(Aim at his chest, give a fuck out who lookin')
Fuck yo, stupid, super-stitions
Fuck yo, stupid, system, it's broke
Fuck yo, stupid, super-stitions
Fuck yo, stupid, system, it's broke
Look
I'm on that G.O.A.T. shit
Just like I started a cult shit (Wow)
Then I go ghost shit
Just like I'm ridding a ghost ship
I'm chilling with wifi, getting miles high, yeah the feeling will bless 'em
Now look into my eyes, I got nine lives, an unusual specimen
Ouh
Feeling my heat
Stepped in the flames and they feeling my reach
Call me an animal, I'm off of the leash
That's what they say about me, I'ma beast (Roof)
I do the roast
'Cause I am the reason they believe in ghosts
I am the reason they believe in ghosts
(I am the reason they believe in ghosts)
Fuck yo, stupid, super-stitions
Fuck yo, stupid, system, it's broke
Fuck yo, stupid, super-stitions
Fuck yo, stupid, system, it's broke



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Isaiah Rivera
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link