CASPER
Baby, I'm a thrasher
Ghostface, turn that shorty into Casper
It's no trace when I left them in the back burn
Evaporate it, write it off like some tax work
I run it up, I did the race 'til my back hurt
Baby, you know I had to carry it
In the cemetery see the beat and then I bury it
Hop in side my room I did a feature wanna marry it
Lately all my prices they been rising I ain't there yet no
I just get my bag while you text that hoe
Touchdown with a pack like a ex no pole
Put me on the track I finesse that flow
Read the comment section won't collab no more
Trust, go tell your girl that I'm a buck
Went to plant the seed now they tripping odd the rugs
Come play with us
We put the scythe into your guts
And if you fumble when you hit the cypher you get cut
Cause hold up wait a second if you bout to ride this wave shit
The devil is my idol
Gimme rivals imma face them
Black tie events the Mac match the bass drop
Black matte X six, gonna melt yo' face off
Danny phantom in this bitch
I'm going ghost like Casper
Bend that bitch up on the table get it till her back hurt
Four letters on my fingers that's my fuckin gang sir
Hammer in my pocket
I'll pull it like a gangster huh
You're a wankster huh
Shooting pellets out the bb and they looking like some blanks sir
Me and Wave hi smoking on that green its some dank sir
Got some Fendi on our brand new designer you wear blank shirts
Grabbing on his bitch I do it like the cranker
Hit the gas, kill the dash cause
I'm swerving in the lancer
Aim the red dot at his feet turn that nigga to a dancer
Got supreme up on that jacket, you steady rocking band shirts
Got the bands first
You gonna get the hands first
I'm a haunter in this bitch place a damn curse
Snatch your damn purse
Yeah that nigga ran first
Bullets raining down he look a little damper
I'm the fastest, Gucci fucking glasses
Smoke his pack and ill never fucking pass this
Do the dash bitch, bandicoot
I'll crash this come in first cause I never finish last bitch
I'm counting racks bitch, you never fucking passed six
You turn to ash like I smoked another damn cig
Check the pants bitch, roll it over o ricks
Real bad shorty and she drop it on the pole bitch
Ghostface, turn that shorty into Casper
It's no trace when I left them in the back burn
Evaporate it, write it off like some tax work
I run it up, I did the race 'til my back hurt
Baby, you know I had to carry it
In the cemetery see the beat and then I bury it
Hop in side my room I did a feature wanna marry it
Lately all my prices they been rising I ain't there yet no
I just get my bag while you text that hoe
Touchdown with a pack like a ex no pole
Put me on the track I finesse that flow
Read the comment section won't collab no more
Trust, go tell your girl that I'm a buck
Went to plant the seed now they tripping odd the rugs
Come play with us
We put the scythe into your guts
And if you fumble when you hit the cypher you get cut
Cause hold up wait a second if you bout to ride this wave shit
The devil is my idol
Gimme rivals imma face them
Black tie events the Mac match the bass drop
Black matte X six, gonna melt yo' face off
Danny phantom in this bitch
I'm going ghost like Casper
Bend that bitch up on the table get it till her back hurt
Four letters on my fingers that's my fuckin gang sir
Hammer in my pocket
I'll pull it like a gangster huh
You're a wankster huh
Shooting pellets out the bb and they looking like some blanks sir
Me and Wave hi smoking on that green its some dank sir
Got some Fendi on our brand new designer you wear blank shirts
Grabbing on his bitch I do it like the cranker
Hit the gas, kill the dash cause
I'm swerving in the lancer
Aim the red dot at his feet turn that nigga to a dancer
Got supreme up on that jacket, you steady rocking band shirts
Got the bands first
You gonna get the hands first
I'm a haunter in this bitch place a damn curse
Snatch your damn purse
Yeah that nigga ran first
Bullets raining down he look a little damper
I'm the fastest, Gucci fucking glasses
Smoke his pack and ill never fucking pass this
Do the dash bitch, bandicoot
I'll crash this come in first cause I never finish last bitch
I'm counting racks bitch, you never fucking passed six
You turn to ash like I smoked another damn cig
Check the pants bitch, roll it over o ricks
Real bad shorty and she drop it on the pole bitch
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Writer(s): Brandon Denton
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