Ghost
Go ahead bring back
Put the snapback
You and me
Heart and chaq
Never doubt that
We the best
We don't care
About the rats act
Kill the beat on your way
And bring the past back
Take a trip on ma mind
You'll be lost soon
Ama spend more time
In your hoe room
I just spend more time
On the show room
Ama get ma shine
By walking over goons
Seven melodies
Came to put the drip on it
He hit me up
Now I'm here I never Skip on it
Take your time we still young
We will keep roaring
We them people that you fear
When you see us Scotch pouring
Holly god one more time
What I gotta prove today
I just say what's on my mind
Keep it real that's my way
Fuck Twitter we throw hands
We Just stressed when police came
They found nothing lucky us
I'm not saying what we play
Not a clout Chaser
We just want razors
We will cut any one anyone
That think himself a racer
We got no favors
We own no favors
Remember that
If you ever thought about being a player
We are the best homie
I fucked your favorites
Now we do it just for fun
We need no payments
We feed of hating
We demand patience
Cause if we mad
People die
We need no waiting
Car doors opened
Weed smoke choking
Glass no ice
Like a fucking fake Jordan
Pocket knife poking
Money talk and hoes in
Cause we give satisfaction
We don't let socking
They Know I get busy nigga
Say the facts loudly
You wanna check
Bring your neck and come
Aks about me i
We never fuck around
Not like your bitch
I'm not saying I killed the beat
Cause I would be a snitch
Put the snapback
You and me
Heart and chaq
Never doubt that
We the best
We don't care
About the rats act
Kill the beat on your way
And bring the past back
Take a trip on ma mind
You'll be lost soon
Ama spend more time
In your hoe room
I just spend more time
On the show room
Ama get ma shine
By walking over goons
Seven melodies
Came to put the drip on it
He hit me up
Now I'm here I never Skip on it
Take your time we still young
We will keep roaring
We them people that you fear
When you see us Scotch pouring
Holly god one more time
What I gotta prove today
I just say what's on my mind
Keep it real that's my way
Fuck Twitter we throw hands
We Just stressed when police came
They found nothing lucky us
I'm not saying what we play
Not a clout Chaser
We just want razors
We will cut any one anyone
That think himself a racer
We got no favors
We own no favors
Remember that
If you ever thought about being a player
We are the best homie
I fucked your favorites
Now we do it just for fun
We need no payments
We feed of hating
We demand patience
Cause if we mad
People die
We need no waiting
Car doors opened
Weed smoke choking
Glass no ice
Like a fucking fake Jordan
Pocket knife poking
Money talk and hoes in
Cause we give satisfaction
We don't let socking
They Know I get busy nigga
Say the facts loudly
You wanna check
Bring your neck and come
Aks about me i
We never fuck around
Not like your bitch
I'm not saying I killed the beat
Cause I would be a snitch
Credits
Writer(s): Rayane Chouaib
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