Ghost

Lyrics

[Chorus] Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list [Verse 1] We did what's his name so dirty i know that nigga still pissed They sent some niggas on my block i sent they ass right to a ditch Im like JR with that AR and im Leeke with that stick Bitch im feelin real creep tell them crackas free Nick Nigga you could lose yo life just for hoppin on a diss Lareno know that he bitch what type of nigga diss a jit Ain't have that same еnergy when he got shot all in his shit Hе was all on flo talking bout 'aw bro im hit' I done been outside niggas house so long i fell asleep I done shot so many niggas i pray the lord my soul to keep I ain't the type to rob cuz you move wrong then a nigga rest in peace We'll smoke yo O.G. turn that boy to O.G [Chorus] Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list [Verse 2] I don't trust niggas If you ain't tryna drill nigga i can't fuck with you How you smoking all these opps and you ain't did no spinning People send you the drop you send it right to us nigga We the ones do the killing But that's a topic for another day Big Whop still gon slang that K I don't give a fuck about rappin nigga i'll catch a case Still be in them cars tryna spin like i ain't move outta state Bout Meech these niggas gon die and im rockin out bout my No Face Step foot on my block you won't go 8 (Trey D) We be fucking all these bitches we know where all these hoes stay Soon as she post yo ass we comin to that hoe place Catch you walking down the stairs blahh close clase Nigga do you wanna die ask yo self All my niggas know is homicides nigga we death You still gon post on brooklyn like they ain't leave Pete there Free Curt i know he hurt i hate when opps be in jail (free the opps) [Chorus] Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list