Get Ghost (feat. BabyGezzuz)

Young nigga gotta get ghost
Tryna get me out my clothes, I got your bitch tryna sneak out the home
Talking relationship goals
Young nigga gotta get ghost, she already know so she tryna keep me close
Young nigga gotta get ghost, this bitch really think I'm tryna tie the rope
Young nigga gotta get ghost, she already know she hit the lock on the door

Young nigga gotta get ghost, hit it then walking through walls
Casper the friendly ghost, that's my brother in law
Her dad just got home so I'm grabbing my draws
I'm out the back door running across the lawn
The neighbors outside like what's going on
I'm running down the street grabbing on my schlong
Out here like Smokey and the police have already been called
Damn my feeling hurt, I ain't get to bust at all
Smoking on a blunt thinking about in a thong
It's the first of the month and I just paid my phone
So I'm hitting her up like girl what's going on
I know you heard my song, they're saying it's the bomb
It was made in Islam, I had it too hard
That's why I go hard, I got a cold heart
I was raised in the dark, I don't care about them thots
I only love my mom I ain't saying no más

Young nigga gotta get ghost
Tryna get me out my clothes, I got your bitch tryna sneak out the home
Talking relationship goals
Young nigga gotta get ghost, she already know so she tryna keep me close
Young nigga gotta get ghost, this bitch really think I'm tryna tie the rope
Young nigga gotta get ghost, she already know she hit the lock on the door

Yeah, Young nigga gotta get ghost so I disappear behind a big cloud of smoke
Yeah, I do what I know and all that I know is I gotta get more
Money and that is for sure, if I hit you up it's gone be to fuck once more
After that you know I'm gone, hitting the door
Tryna squeeze money up out of these roads
Ima squeeze money up out of your hoe
Tell her this dick just ain't for the low
Tryna see them commas and Oh's
Not an average person no
Cutlass Supreme, driving it slow
But that mother fucker still gets ghost
And I'm still dranking and smoking
Your bitch sent me a message but that shit didn't even get open
Gotta stay focused, one and don't that shit was bogus
Money on my mind all the time, I'm brainstorming
Put that money back in motion
Pull up got it jumpin' in my Jordan's, scorin'
I know that my bitches wanna see me all the time
I get bored, I hit 'em up and tell 'em slide

Young nigga gotta get ghost
Tryna get me out my clothes, I got your bitch tryna sneak out the home
Talking relationship goals
Young nigga gotta get ghost, she already know so she tryna keep me close
Young nigga gotta get ghost, this bitch really think I'm tryna tie the rope
Young nigga gotta get ghost, she already know she hit the lock on the door



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Gonzalez-campos
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