Ghost ft. Ethan K Lyrics

Pull up in a phantom, and yo chick look she seen a ghost

Yeah my name is York, but T has never been to the East Coast

Believe me though

Marshawn monicker I call my shots no need for Pete Carroll

I run this motherfucker like I'm Usain Bolt

All this gold around my neck straight water like I'm Micheal Phelps

I been smoking hella trees, hmm, like I'm Micheal Phelps

Weight of the world on my shoulders working out my delts

Now you know i'm sick like a Make-a-Wish but you had your doubts

In the club like Ichabod, Crane

Liquor to my neck, my head is no longer a thang

You could check the jacket check the boots check the chain

I'm ridin' on so many horses nickname Johnny Wayne, yuh

I need a whip with that wood grain

Some daytons and a finish full of gold flake

Settle for adventador, probably

off the lot, a new maserati

My new boo she do pilates, like sutra

Call her karma and it suits her oddly

Ethan K fuckin flipped it nollie

Going back to back, for the 'gram like Aubrey

Gotta stay loyal to the crew

Never tell the woop woop, ooh who done it

New boots on the coupe, like ooh who stuntin

I check the rear view like ooh who comin

Jump off the roof, ooh

Hit the ground running, all the way to the bank

Make a withdrawal, and y'all thought I pulled up to the counter, with a gat pulled back and said ooh all 50's and 100's

Run it

I know that I'm golden

Still holdin' that 44 magnum to temple my dome and

I'm wondering if

I did to decide to pull it

If it'd pierce my skin or just imprint a bullet

I'm pauls to wall, still tippin ugh

Dom Perignon, gunna sip it ugh

Been a monster, yeah I've been a problem

I know the devil, she still wearing prada

With a lotta dollars, comes alot of drama

Guess that means I'm not concerned that often

If I said that I'm in it for the music I'd be jocking

'Cause really I just wanna be filthy rich

Tryna make a million off of talking shit

Hands on the watch go tock and tick

I'm crushin rock at the spot that I'm clocking shifts

Pray to god that my numbers on the lotto hit

A boy can dream, I do an awful lot of it

Green lamborghini, pullin off the lot in drift

Blue ciroc sip, as I whip, off a cliff

Out the window, is where the fuck caution is

Cocaine pure, vodka stiff

Sorry ma I know that's provocative

If I shoot liable to let loose

No use tryna duck duck goose, can't miss with a nuke

Please gimme that loot

I'm still going to rob without yo' permission

None of you motherfuckers opposition

I've been gunning for the motherfuckin top position

Bout that business, stop and listen

Everything I spit up on the mic exquisite

Step to me you get decommissioned

Cook yall to 160 and the beef is finished, I