Ghost
I feel like going ghost
Like Greg you be doing most
Niggas won't put in no work
But always have they handout for the toast
Now we doing first class nigga no coach
Groovy baby need ten stacks for the show
Just so I can spend ten bands on the coat
Heard they don't like it when I brag and I boast
Ain't my fault if it's attractin ya hoe
I don't bag em I just tag and I go
Think I sell drugs way I'm packin these clothes
Got the whole block on some groovy shit
Had this bitch lookin like a fashion show
Trynna take my chain bro taggin ya taggin ya toe
All about the peace & the love but you fuck with the blood they might let the fucking cannons go
But that ain't my role
Ima stack my doe while dancing to my song yeah
Blowin up my phone
Pic in her new thong
Told me to get home
Yeah
Said it we be long
Till the whole team on
So just hold me down
Yeah
See what you be on yeah
Fuck around put a ring on it
Trust issues turn to trust funds
Bands coming in lump sums
New whip new bitch and they gassed cause the trunk in the front huhhhhh
I'm just trynna talk it in existence
Harlem nigga turn rag to riches
Windows tinted can't see who up in it
But it's groovy baby for all you nosey bitches
New wave and you might've missed it
Just lit a blunt and you ain't gone hit it
First check went to rent got the second check and you know went & flipped it
Whippin t shirt in the kitchen
Mama said but I didn't listen
But she know I'm good move her out the hood in ground pool she could swim in
Then I get the chain make it glisten
Grey brim threw the crystals in it
Hat straight from dot
Garments groovy so she like how it's fucking mixing
She love the drip got these hoes wishing
Mad cause we rich got these niggas bitching
Thinking he keeping up he must be tripping
She rub me like genie think I grant wishes
Fucking with the fam never met a man senseless
Beat his ass then we kick it back with the sensei
Super saiyan when I'm off the bean like a sensu
Boutta blow up like the end of the cell games
They like Greg bro you is insane
Idk why you let me in the booth in the first place
Like Greg you be doing most
Niggas won't put in no work
But always have they handout for the toast
Now we doing first class nigga no coach
Groovy baby need ten stacks for the show
Just so I can spend ten bands on the coat
Heard they don't like it when I brag and I boast
Ain't my fault if it's attractin ya hoe
I don't bag em I just tag and I go
Think I sell drugs way I'm packin these clothes
Got the whole block on some groovy shit
Had this bitch lookin like a fashion show
Trynna take my chain bro taggin ya taggin ya toe
All about the peace & the love but you fuck with the blood they might let the fucking cannons go
But that ain't my role
Ima stack my doe while dancing to my song yeah
Blowin up my phone
Pic in her new thong
Told me to get home
Yeah
Said it we be long
Till the whole team on
So just hold me down
Yeah
See what you be on yeah
Fuck around put a ring on it
Trust issues turn to trust funds
Bands coming in lump sums
New whip new bitch and they gassed cause the trunk in the front huhhhhh
I'm just trynna talk it in existence
Harlem nigga turn rag to riches
Windows tinted can't see who up in it
But it's groovy baby for all you nosey bitches
New wave and you might've missed it
Just lit a blunt and you ain't gone hit it
First check went to rent got the second check and you know went & flipped it
Whippin t shirt in the kitchen
Mama said but I didn't listen
But she know I'm good move her out the hood in ground pool she could swim in
Then I get the chain make it glisten
Grey brim threw the crystals in it
Hat straight from dot
Garments groovy so she like how it's fucking mixing
She love the drip got these hoes wishing
Mad cause we rich got these niggas bitching
Thinking he keeping up he must be tripping
She rub me like genie think I grant wishes
Fucking with the fam never met a man senseless
Beat his ass then we kick it back with the sensei
Super saiyan when I'm off the bean like a sensu
Boutta blow up like the end of the cell games
They like Greg bro you is insane
Idk why you let me in the booth in the first place
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Writer(s): Gregory Godfrey
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