Garry's Ghost
I throw my guesses
And get very close
I mean scary close
I'm in the future wit' it
It's deja vu bitch
I'm not rich but barely broke
And we talkin' 'bout firearms
If I ever choked
This ain't no movie
But life is stranger than fiction truly
I hope that you believe
In ghosts and ghoulies
Some of these demons
Leave you doped and drooly
They hot headed
Ain't no way to cool it
Look they the actual ones
They don't just act a fool bitch
Man that shit is ludicrous
They playin' for high stakes
I call my boo bitch
Sing to her like Michael Bublé
She spin my balls around her tongue
Like a game of roulette
You trynna fuck
Off top you gon' have to pay
If you ain't really ballin' nigga
You just playin' 2k
Anyone could make a move
Fucka' what yo' move make?
She want a boob job
So she went and made some boob bank
What a good's a snake
Without no venom in 'em
That's a constrictor
I don't need constriction
Don't get convicted
But I need conviction
I would give you my heart
That's if that shit existed
And if I ever
Shoot a shot and miss it
I beat yo' ass and get that ball back
Until I hit it
I kill and I can't quit it
I look the judge up in his eyes
And said I fuckin' did it
And I still got acquitted
Shit I don't fuckin' get it
But I live my life behind bars
So I guess it's no different
Look half the dope shit I've done
I forgot and don't mention it
Man I don't really know what's been
Unless it's Benjamin
That truth be hard for 'em to swallow
Like a scoop of cinnamon
They'd rather eat the fiction
You can't make me nothin'
Just pay me somethin'
I don't attend pity parties
That ain't my kinda' function
I get the munchies
And start munchin' munchkins
I go bananas by the bunches
Throw everything not nailed to the ground
And y'all still throwin' punches
I'm not the one to fuck wit'
I touch you like yo' uncle
Except you not gon' love it
The other difference is
I do it all in public
I'm hittin' buckets
They whip is bucket
My current aim is endless budget
I'm never goin' broke
I'm breakin' somethin'
Beatin' pussies
I drop my shit
It start to stankin' up quit
Look while you on it
Lil bitch
You're out of your fuckin' mind
And get very close
I mean scary close
I'm in the future wit' it
It's deja vu bitch
I'm not rich but barely broke
And we talkin' 'bout firearms
If I ever choked
This ain't no movie
But life is stranger than fiction truly
I hope that you believe
In ghosts and ghoulies
Some of these demons
Leave you doped and drooly
They hot headed
Ain't no way to cool it
Look they the actual ones
They don't just act a fool bitch
Man that shit is ludicrous
They playin' for high stakes
I call my boo bitch
Sing to her like Michael Bublé
She spin my balls around her tongue
Like a game of roulette
You trynna fuck
Off top you gon' have to pay
If you ain't really ballin' nigga
You just playin' 2k
Anyone could make a move
Fucka' what yo' move make?
She want a boob job
So she went and made some boob bank
What a good's a snake
Without no venom in 'em
That's a constrictor
I don't need constriction
Don't get convicted
But I need conviction
I would give you my heart
That's if that shit existed
And if I ever
Shoot a shot and miss it
I beat yo' ass and get that ball back
Until I hit it
I kill and I can't quit it
I look the judge up in his eyes
And said I fuckin' did it
And I still got acquitted
Shit I don't fuckin' get it
But I live my life behind bars
So I guess it's no different
Look half the dope shit I've done
I forgot and don't mention it
Man I don't really know what's been
Unless it's Benjamin
That truth be hard for 'em to swallow
Like a scoop of cinnamon
They'd rather eat the fiction
You can't make me nothin'
Just pay me somethin'
I don't attend pity parties
That ain't my kinda' function
I get the munchies
And start munchin' munchkins
I go bananas by the bunches
Throw everything not nailed to the ground
And y'all still throwin' punches
I'm not the one to fuck wit'
I touch you like yo' uncle
Except you not gon' love it
The other difference is
I do it all in public
I'm hittin' buckets
They whip is bucket
My current aim is endless budget
I'm never goin' broke
I'm breakin' somethin'
Beatin' pussies
I drop my shit
It start to stankin' up quit
Look while you on it
Lil bitch
You're out of your fuckin' mind
Credits
Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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