Ghost Glocks
She stuff that coke up her nose
I got ghost Glocks, all my diamonds is rocks
Like why y'all diamonds hit like that? Don't even think them bitches rocks
I'm mountain climbin' my way to the top in Alyx, I'm climbin' to the top
Like fuck you, bitch, I'm upper than you, you wish that you was but you not
My nigga just went big on a Patek, I'm lettin' 'em have it
She got me tatted, this shit could get tragic
I ain't poppin' no Addy
Yeah, I'm from the boot, so you know I get ratchet
I'm higher than an attic, I'm high, I'm an addict
My money elastic, I'm clutchin' the plastic
In the Rolls-Royce Wraith, in the back with the pillow
You gotta have somethin' in the back I can feel on
Do you know how much money I just went and put on?
Do you know how much of these niggas I done put on?
Do you know how much necks I done fuckin' stepped on?
I fell in love with diamonds, yeah, my shit two-tone
I believe money can change the climate
Or maybe I'm trippin', I'm probably just high
Fuck you and your friend, I'ma let you decide
Tell me what you see in my eyes when you look at me
'Cause when I look up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me
And the devil behind me, he lookin' you straight in your eyes
I done fucked up a check a couple times
I done fucked the same bitch a couple times
I done fed all my niggas a couple times
You can try if you want it'd be a large amount
My money is blue, and it's green if you colorblind
Don't make me make Dom pull the Cullinan out
I hit her the first time, swear she love me now
She ain't fuck yesterday then she gon' fuck me now
Ruger-57 on me, I love the way that it shoot
I took some racks out of the bank, I'm finna do what I do
Could you please stop copyin' my flows? Bitch, just do what you do
I'm so fuckin' high, I don't know how to drop the roof
I'm so fuckin' high, you know I just popped a blue
Bitch, come try to rob, ain't nobody stoppin' you
FN bullets go through dawg face, you know they stoppin' you
Yeah, I had them niggas stalkin' you
Yeah
I got ghost Glocks, all my diamonds is rocks
Like why y'all diamonds hit like that? Don't even think them bitches rocks
I'm mountain climbin' my way to the top in Alyx, I'm climbin' to the top
Like fuck you, bitch, I'm upper than you, you wish that you was but you not
My nigga just went big on a Patek, I'm lettin' 'em have it
She got me tatted, this shit could get tragic
I ain't poppin' no Addy
Yeah, I'm from the boot, so you know I get ratchet
I'm higher than an attic, I'm high, I'm an addict
My money elastic, I'm clutchin' the plastic
I got ghost Glocks, all my diamonds is rocks
Like why y'all diamonds hit like that? Don't even think them bitches rocks
I'm mountain climbin' my way to the top in Alyx, I'm climbin' to the top
Like fuck you, bitch, I'm upper than you, you wish that you was but you not
My nigga just went big on a Patek, I'm lettin' 'em have it
She got me tatted, this shit could get tragic
I ain't poppin' no Addy
Yeah, I'm from the boot, so you know I get ratchet
I'm higher than an attic, I'm high, I'm an addict
My money elastic, I'm clutchin' the plastic
In the Rolls-Royce Wraith, in the back with the pillow
You gotta have somethin' in the back I can feel on
Do you know how much money I just went and put on?
Do you know how much of these niggas I done put on?
Do you know how much necks I done fuckin' stepped on?
I fell in love with diamonds, yeah, my shit two-tone
I believe money can change the climate
Or maybe I'm trippin', I'm probably just high
Fuck you and your friend, I'ma let you decide
Tell me what you see in my eyes when you look at me
'Cause when I look up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me
And the devil behind me, he lookin' you straight in your eyes
I done fucked up a check a couple times
I done fucked the same bitch a couple times
I done fed all my niggas a couple times
You can try if you want it'd be a large amount
My money is blue, and it's green if you colorblind
Don't make me make Dom pull the Cullinan out
I hit her the first time, swear she love me now
She ain't fuck yesterday then she gon' fuck me now
Ruger-57 on me, I love the way that it shoot
I took some racks out of the bank, I'm finna do what I do
Could you please stop copyin' my flows? Bitch, just do what you do
I'm so fuckin' high, I don't know how to drop the roof
I'm so fuckin' high, you know I just popped a blue
Bitch, come try to rob, ain't nobody stoppin' you
FN bullets go through dawg face, you know they stoppin' you
Yeah, I had them niggas stalkin' you
Yeah
I got ghost Glocks, all my diamonds is rocks
Like why y'all diamonds hit like that? Don't even think them bitches rocks
I'm mountain climbin' my way to the top in Alyx, I'm climbin' to the top
Like fuck you, bitch, I'm upper than you, you wish that you was but you not
My nigga just went big on a Patek, I'm lettin' 'em have it
She got me tatted, this shit could get tragic
I ain't poppin' no Addy
Yeah, I'm from the boot, so you know I get ratchet
I'm higher than an attic, I'm high, I'm an addict
My money elastic, I'm clutchin' the plastic
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Writer(s): Jordan Keller Carter
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