Bringin' Em Down

Yeah
Psh, psh, psh
Psh, psh, psh

Psh, I been sippin' on all this drink like I don't know my limits
Huh, I'm in da kitchen right next to bro, he in here cookin' chickens
My yung bulls don't even like you standin' to close, dem niggas get to wiggin'
Lil' ma said she can get me off the lean, that bitch caught my attention

This sauce I'm drippin', came from all these plugs, I ain't ridin' benches
Heavy whippin', stayin' down with bro, we gettin matchin' Bentleys'
Dese niggas trippin', wanna mate em' meet that fftt, but I ain't gon' even mention
You call me Ghost, I'm the one who signin' off these niggas' pensions

They be callin' me CEO, the way I stand on business
I break records in the trap, they might put me in Guinness
Throw it back, that ass look like a wave when a nigga hittin' it
Off the Addies, and I ain't been sleep for days, I'm really out here grittin' it

Dumpin' uhm, so many days, I coulda been a pitcher
Backed up, tryna get to Oak Creek, so I took Miller
You got turtle jacks, you ain't really out here, dope dealin'
Out my sleep, 4 a.m., crammin', got me feelin
better

I'm leanin' and rockin' with the Drac,
don't get put on a sweater
I swear I fell in love with Qua, on the first day I met her
I let them birds take a bath, and then I pluck they feathers
Ridin' round with Ghost, I don't kno how but he changed the weather

Ten-fifty, gettin near, I'm makin' my rounds again
If you a spender five or better, I'm "bringin' em down", my friend
I make her wetter, you a never see her around again,
Spend whatever, but hardly in the mood to announce the shit

Nah, we ain't announcin' shit
I'm prolly somewhere up at ounces, bitch
Sippin' da lean, they think I'm a fiend, but I really need this shit, I'm sick
Sell my white boy bows, his fam don't fuck with em, they call him a prick
Don't come lookin' for problems ova these ways, we got choppas and sticks

Heads all on my line, tryna get a deal, I leave him sick
On the south so much, you would think, I'm kin to Nardo Wick
Real shark, creepin' in them alleys, I ain't gon' make em sick
Runnin' up, Cash Money Records, like Baby and Slim

Straight drop yola, lil' nigga, this Creme de la Creme
The bows came in, I'm ballin', like that nigga Jim
She wanna leave her man and get with me,
say that boy a shrimp
Come over here, you better go get that money, I'm a new school pimp

You a shrimp, pockets bulgin' out, I don't do no lint
Blues like Nip, posted on Crenshaw, tryna get some pics
Fly her out, buy expensive things, you know how I get it
She hold me down, I ain't buyin' rings, we winnin' championships