Kids See Ghost (feat. J Makk)

Boom, boom, boom
Glah
Free all the guys man
Boom, boom, boom
Glah
Grah, glah
BNB
Ahh

Bitch, I'm a demon, I ain't fearing no man
Too deep, just spinning, just me and my mans
Don't care what they said, I ain't switching my plans (Ahh)
If you dropping the wokk, then your body gon' drop
I'ma slide with DG, my brother, the wokk
If you talk on DP, then your body gon' flop (Ewokk)
Hope my gun don't jam when I spin through the block
Cause I ain't tryna box, I'm toting my knocks
When things get real, better have your knock
All black, ski down, preaching through they block
Nazzy, Rippy, JayRip, Chii
All of them niggas got me real high
When things get real, better have your knock
All black, ski down, preaching through they block
Nazzy, Rippy, JayRip, Chii
All of them niggas got me real high
Feel like Giannis, I keep it a buck
Niggas get shot thinking that they tough
If you spin thru my land, then you gotta be dumb
Watch what you drop, I be shooting for fun
Shooter off court, I don't need me a jersey
I'm feeling amazing, might pop me a yerky
I throw up MB, don't care where I'm at
If you dropping the Makk
You know I'm dropping the hat (WhooptyK)

Mdotty, Mdotty, Mdotty
Ahh
Rippy, JayRip, Berry, Dice
Roll em up and now I'm feeling so high
Fuck Dotty, fuck what? Fuck who?
Ahh
Rippy, JayRip, Berry, Dice
Roll em up and now I'm feeling so high (Grah)

New opp got put on a tee (Grah, grah)
Fuck everybody, It's D with the G (Grrr)
Yo, LT, reverse the V (Bow)
If I spot em, I got em, we watching em leak (Everything dead)
Smoking M with the Dot to the face
And Dummy a dummy, could never be me (Dummy)
Spot a opp, then I'm catching that case
It's too many opps living up, it's a shame
When these bullets connect, they gon' hurt
Mans ran on his friend, now he up on a shirt
F- Fuck it, he getting left in the dirt
F- Fuck it, he in my spliff, he get burned
F- Fuck it, all of these opps, they be capping
None of em, actually living they verse
When I spin, we gon' do em' the worst
I'm top 2 and you know im the first, bitch
Sending 150 shots to the chest
And that bitch is a baddie, she giving me head (Grah grah)
If she neaky, she get in the bed
Got her dancing like Dougie, she shaking her legs
On court, I'ma ball, can't bench me
Don't got the V then we dump out the renty (Grah grah boom)
I'ma shooter cause everything deady
I aim for the head, the knocka got a red beam
How the fuck could I miss it or lack
And I fuck with a dyke cause I keep me a strap
No Rella, but I've been moving too tact
I don't fuck with the head, let me blow out your back
Too deep, me and J on a mission
The gun jam up, he be ready to blitz em'
Fuck a bitch, I put love in my Smith &
They never get lucky, cause I never miss em'

Grah



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