Ghost Guru Freestyle

Now you see me now you don't I'm like a ghost
Used to be up in your life now I'm moving with the smoke
You be rocking that tight dress girl I love your little poke
Now she wrapped around my leg like we in a figure four
Baby why your friend be tweaking I'm like what you bring her for
You be giving mixed signals like the ring around the rose
Yea she love a freaky nigga I be licking on her toes
Niggas go back gossiping they be breaking all the codes

Bro say it's some new sauce I'm like what's it hitting for
I be smoking on the gas yea you know that it be potent
I be high up off my ass man I swear that I be floating
I been running up the bands while you at the club loafing
Can't help that I'm number one baby know that I was chosen
Got some niggas on the run for some shit that can't be spoken
Back flip through mine fields without shit even exploding
If we poured up to my L's everyday we would be toasting
But I turned them into lessons now my W's inverted
I been feeling so important I get presidential service
Hoes leaving me on read now they want to meet in person
I know granny hear my songs she like why you always cursing
Everybody got they vices granny no such thing as perfect
I was praying for this chicken in the parking lot at churches
Put a knife into the game taking over like incursion
Every body throwing shade trying to stop a nigga flourish
I'm just trying to make these plays so I can spend it with no worries
And I got some shooters round me like I grew up with the Curries
I ain't know this was a date in the house just like we Corey
I don't never say too much you running back to go report it
Yea you know that money talk and I ain't heard from you I'm worried
Heard that your girl is a bop damn she got you all on Maury
I been winning for so long I think it's time for you to forfeit
Also think it's time to switch the flow cause niggas try to copy paste
Running laps round this shit watching y'all just run in place
Make you feel so good damn I start to feel just like I'm Mase
Spending all this bread on clothes you might be like what a waste
I like to get fresh fuck it I'm gone spend it anyway
Take some flights switch the weather every time the winter came



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Writer(s): Dakota Sharpe
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