Ghoul ft. 6jvlixn6 Lyrics

We don't bother with your stuff, yeah We don't bother with your stuff, ayy

We got the vibe and we can show them Yeah, we pop back then we run the show, yeah

We got them hoes, she got them bands, we got them bows, yeah

Man, this chick, she look like she came from Mendoza

We got them racks, we got them bands, and yeah, we fold them

Me and Brenton got expensive clothes, got our bands up

Me and Branton run our bands, ain't no rush, ayy

We the type of duo that gon' make a girl blush

Talkin' down, we'll turn you into mush, ayy

Me and Branton got bands, I heard you don't got much

Best to keep your mouth shut, we gon' make a fuss, ayy

We spend all these bars, yeah, no, this is not dutch, ayy

Tell my boy, you had a couple months, let's not rush this

When we was up in stu, dude, yeah, we loved it

All these girls say they natural, but they gon' retouch it

Told her, brody, we got the hot part, run the show, yeah

Little girl told me she gon' rap, I told her, shh

Cause we got lore, yeah

Got a Mac in it, stop playin', yeah

Let's get to smack', uh

She done found out how to rack it

Put her in the front line, told her, let's attack it, uh

I'm like Billy, yeah, and Julian, he like Ghostface

We're that type of team that you just can't replace, yeah

We destroy things that you just can't replace, yeah

Runnin' up them bands, yeah, this my type of race, yeah

Get too close to the fight, yeah, they gon' mace ya

Julian got ricks, but I hope he gon' relace them, yeah

We gon' take the night, then we gon' erase them

You can try to chase us, but you can't retrace us

And you know we be keepin' the racks in the back of a Bentley Bentayga

She wanna pull up and do what she do, I tell her, I'll see you later

I block the number and don't take her DM', she act like a taser

And she tell me I'm mean, I tell her, hate the game, baby, don't hate the player

Feel like I'm Carti, I be a rockstar , yeah, I coulda joined slayer

Your boyfriend a bum, I'm makin' these millions, you'll mess up bein' a waiter

I bring in all the bread and cheese, but no, I ain't talkin' bout cater

You fail at everything you do, you not even my number one hater

Man, it get tragic, I got the crowd gettin' active

Open up the pit and make a fan do a backflip

Keep on countin' racks, you know that it's forever stackin

Catch a hater talkin', pull up on him like what's crackin', whoa

Well, yeah, we got, uh, yeah, whoa, we got, uh, stop, playing yeah, whoa, whoa