Gh0st

I'm Bout to spazz on these niggas
Yeah
Uh
Look
I been locked in sharpening my swords
On the boards
Playing with the chords and fuckin on whores
Niggas always got to ask me what I got in store
I up the score kicking in the door
Bitch get on the floor
Furthermore this the 4th Quarter
So I'm balling on the court
And I do it with the swag nigga
You look like a dork
Ducati shit burning rubber
This bitch got some torque
Met this shorty she speak pig Latin
But she don't eat pork
I'm a star I just want war
In these Cactus Flea forces
Spitting flame hear me roar
Like I'm playing with 3 torches
Nigga I don't just let anybody
Pull up to the fortress
Don't touch these Cartier's bitch
I feel like I'm Horace
Take a portrait
Uh
Benji on me blue like I'm Corbin on the chorus
Ya drip boring
My swag
Shit you can't afford it
Ya bitch on me
Yung Blacky Banz homie
Enough with that bullshit
Don't care about that hoe
You live by the gun you gone die
By that hoe

I just stack these funds collect the check
Then I'm ghost
I just stack these funds collect the check
Then I'm ghost
I just stack these funds collect the
Collect The
Collect The
I just stack these funds collect the check
Then I'm ghost
I just stack these funds collect the check
And Then I'm
Collect the check and then I'm ghost
Ghost



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Writer(s): Malachi Andrewin
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