GHOST CHILLI PEPPER Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Hit some shit with extra spice on it

Yeah

Look, look, yeah, yeah, look

I know how your hoes get down

I know how yo bros get down

He just sold his soul to get a bag

But he poor now

Can't measure my feelings in this cup

I'mma pour it out

Started fucking me when I was up

No she won't hold me down

Oh my God

I think I done got back in that one bag

I think you should go become a vet

Bitch, you love rats

Geeked, hey, we don't smoke no mids

Bitch, this punch pack

Oh my God, I just ran out them dubs

Where them ones at

Aye, this that spicy talk

I pull up Ghost

Ain't no chili pepper

No, he can't be mad

I fucked his hoe

He know she could do better

Matching Ricky O with Prada clothes

I'm a trendsetter

Bitch, I'm Himothy

Pull up in Beamer

But that Benz better

Do too hunnid on the opps

If they want scratch the surface

No, I wasn't fucking your thot

Bitch, I was out here working

If I hit it once it waterfall

Your bitch ,Gon' think I'm perfect

Aye, driving that big ass Bentley Cooper around

With no damn purpose

Dog says you won't pull up on me

Strapped , I said don't tempt

Aye, diamonds on me

Rocky like I'm fucking who made Fenty

Yellow gold all on my hoe

I went and got her neck pissy

My bitch don't fuck with Yachty

But she say that shit feel pretty

I know how your hoes get down

I know how your bros get down

He just sold his soul to get a bag

But he poor now

Can't measure my feelings in this cup

I'ma pour it out

Started fucking me when I was up

No shit won't hold me down

Oh my God

Oh my God

I think I done got back in that one bag

I think you should go become a vet

Bitch, you love rats

Hey, we don't smoke no mids

Bitch, this punch pack

Oh my God, I just ran out them dubs

Where them ones at

Aye, this that spicy talk

I pull up Ghost

Ain't no chili peppers

No, he can't be mad

I fucked this hoe

He know she could do better