Ghoul (feat. 6Jvlixn6)

We don't bother with your stuff, yeah We don't bother with your stuff, ayy
We got the vibe and we can show them Yeah, we pop back then we run the show, yeah
We got them hoes, she got them bands, we got them bows, yeah
Man, this chick, she look like she came from Mendoza

We got them racks, we got them bands, and yeah, we fold them
Me and Brenton got expensive clothes, got our bands up
Me and Branton run our bands, ain't no rush, ayy
We the type of duo that gon' make a girl blush

Talkin' down, we'll turn you into mush, ayy
Me and Branton got bands, I heard you don't got much
Best to keep your mouth shut, we gon' make a fuss, ayy
We spend all these bars, yeah, no, this is not dutch, ayy

Tell my boy, you had a couple months, let's not rush this
When we was up in stu, dude, yeah, we loved it
All these girls say they natural, but they gon' retouch it
Told her, brody, we got the hot part, run the show, yeah

Little girl told me she gon' rap, I told her, shh
Cause we got lore, yeah
Got a Mac in it, stop playin', yeah
Let's get to smack', uh

She done found out how to rack it
Put her in the front line, told her, let's attack it, uh
I'm like Billy, yeah, and Julian, he like Ghostface
We're that type of team that you just can't replace, yeah

We destroy things that you just can't replace, yeah
Runnin' up them bands, yeah, this my type of race, yeah
Get too close to the fight, yeah, they gon' mace ya
Julian got ricks, but I hope he gon' relace them, yeah

We gon' take the night, then we gon' erase them
You can try to chase us, but you can't retrace us
And you know we be keepin' the racks in the back of a Bentley Bentayga
She wanna pull up and do what she do, I tell her, I'll see you later

I block the number and don't take her DM', she act like a taser
And she tell me I'm mean, I tell her, hate the game, baby, don't hate the player
Feel like I'm Carti, I be a rockstar, yeah, I coulda joined slayer
Your boyfriend a bum, I'm makin' these millions, you'll mess up bein' a waiter

I bring in all the bread and cheese, but no, I ain't talkin' bout cater
You fail at everything you do, you not even my number one hater
Man, it get tragic, I got the crowd gettin' active
Open up the pit and make a fan do a backflip

Keep on countin' racks, you know that it's forever stackin
Catch a hater talkin', pull up on him like what's crackin', whoa
Well, yeah, we got, uh, yeah, whoa, we got, uh, stop, playing yeah, whoa, whoa