Ghost Freestyle

Something that they can't understand, reporting live from the
And we'll Neverland, whoa
I need to start popping my shit on you niggas more
I ain't gotta start popping my shit

At this point I'm point-shaving, gave you ball at half-court
Why you still can't score?
Knew I was him since way back, that was opinionated
These days it's confirmed for sure

She said I'm a bad bitch, too Velli can we hit up crab du jour,
My jacket look like a Wraith ceiling, garment god original
I make panties, hit floors
I had an affair with the man run, me and broke, cut it off, we got divorced

I show no remorse, can't flop, niggas waiting
Two rubbers in my pockets, fuck who hatin'?
I like to indulge in all the debating, like who's the hottest, it's entertaining
If you ain't talking, meet myself and I who the fuck you naming

You niggas clicking with your rivals, you like Johnny Damon
My niggas will have you running bare just like you Walter Payton
Your new bitch, my old bag, Kate Spade and
She give her cookies up for clout, she on her famous Amos

Never show the money, show what money do
Flow bulletproof, I'm key to the city Fu
I told niggas matching Ghost in 23, what the fuck BD?
Niggas got Ghost in 23, nah, we done went Ghost in 23

Whole team looking like the goat 23
Baby, can you choose please?
I'm tired of the back and forth with Santorini or Belize
Oh, get away far far far away

(Sighs)
Oh, oh, baby, not tonight
I'm not in the mood to fight
Set the price and live your life
Cause the stakes are high, yeah

Stakes are high
Yeah, stakes are high
Stakes are high
Yeah
Neverland



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Writer(s): R Crawford
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