GHOST
Cruising cruising
Ima go ghost
Racks ima need more
No cap
Do what I wrote
Good neck
Baby don't dont choke
Fly high might jump off the rope
Me chase you bitch good joke
Why the fuck would I trip over hoes
Chilling Im adding more fuel to the fire watch shit getting popping
They be looking for swag then copy
I brought the stick like we play hockey
Ima god can't nobody stop me
Im on they neck
Brought me the 12 gauge shot gun
153 might rip through the vest
Baby wan hop on it
And she bounce like hydraulics
She give brain she give knowledge
Whip white the Narcotics
This swag is biotic
I shake the room tectonic
Smoke we on it
Yeah don't call me your twin you cunt I'm not your buddy
Running your mouth your digging your own grave
In the dirt we're leaving you muddy
Chop shit down leave bloody
Know you're a hoe I am not your hubby
Im in the South still cruddy
Spin when its day and night kid Cudi
You can tell Vyron don't give no fucks
Can't run from what you become
In a simulation like this shits Tron
Cruising cruising
Ima go ghost
Racks ima need more
No cap
Do what I wrote
Good neck
Baby don't dont choke
Fly high might jump off the rope
Me chase you bitch good joke
Why the fuck would I trip over hoes
Chilling Im adding more fuel to the fire watch shit getting popping
They be looking for swag then copy
I brought the stick like we play hockey
Ima god can't nobody stop me
Im on they neck
Brought me the 12 gauge shot gun
153 might rip through the vest
Ima go ghost
Racks ima need more
No cap
Do what I wrote
Good neck
Baby don't dont choke
Fly high might jump off the rope
Me chase you bitch good joke
Why the fuck would I trip over hoes
Chilling Im adding more fuel to the fire watch shit getting popping
They be looking for swag then copy
I brought the stick like we play hockey
Ima god can't nobody stop me
Im on they neck
Brought me the 12 gauge shot gun
153 might rip through the vest
Baby wan hop on it
And she bounce like hydraulics
She give brain she give knowledge
Whip white the Narcotics
This swag is biotic
I shake the room tectonic
Smoke we on it
Yeah don't call me your twin you cunt I'm not your buddy
Running your mouth your digging your own grave
In the dirt we're leaving you muddy
Chop shit down leave bloody
Know you're a hoe I am not your hubby
Im in the South still cruddy
Spin when its day and night kid Cudi
You can tell Vyron don't give no fucks
Can't run from what you become
In a simulation like this shits Tron
Cruising cruising
Ima go ghost
Racks ima need more
No cap
Do what I wrote
Good neck
Baby don't dont choke
Fly high might jump off the rope
Me chase you bitch good joke
Why the fuck would I trip over hoes
Chilling Im adding more fuel to the fire watch shit getting popping
They be looking for swag then copy
I brought the stick like we play hockey
Ima god can't nobody stop me
Im on they neck
Brought me the 12 gauge shot gun
153 might rip through the vest
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Writer(s): Vyron Sk
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