EBT Lyrics

Hands up

Put the money in the fuckin bag

Shut up

Put your family in a body bag

Hands up

Give me everything you fuckin have

Do it fast

Got your momma in a fuckin van

I've done shit you only dream of

You ain't never shot a gun

You probly never even seen one

Believe in Ghosts

You'll be lookin like you seen one

When I pull this trigger

Then you'll really fuckin be one

I got away with it

Used to have to rob them stores

I got away with it

Stomach hurt when I was poor

I got a taste of it

Always dreamt of having more

I had to scrape for it

Now we're kickin in the fuckin door

Hands up

Put the money in the fuckin bag

Shut up

Put your family in a body bag

Hands up

Give me everything you fuckin have

Do it fast

Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

I pop out the van

Ain't gotta ask

I'm lower class

A piece of trash

With a gun and a mask

You smokin rags

I got that gas

I'm not a fan of your band

But I see you Imma clap

I'm always chasin it

Nights I had nowhere to sleep

I'm always chasin it

Days I had nothin to eat

I got a taste of it

Pay the rent or electricity?

I had to scrape for it

But you know I keep that heat on me

Hands up

Put the money in the fuckin bag

Shut up

Put your family in a body bag

Hands up

Give me everything you fuckin have

Do it fast

Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

Ghost Squad

Put them masks on

If you had to do some odd jobs

To keep the lights on

This is our song

Ghost Squad

Make them opps drop

Took them stones that you throw

Flipped em like they crack rocks

Hit the cash box

Ghost Squad

Put them masks on

Yeah we had to do some odd jobs

To keep the lights on

This is our song

Ghost Squad

Make the show stop

When we show up

With them guns cocked

Yeah we make them

motherfuckin heads knock

We make them motherfuckin heads knock