Ghost Lyrics

I don't give no fuck about no bitch, lil' nigga, I'm tryna get paid

Fuck that job shit, I ain't tryna go make no minimum wage

Don't make me turn up, broad day, suwxp, might go up in a rage

Might bustin' yo trap, nigga, I'm finna kick in the door like Johnny Cage

Now hand me the b-lick, nigga, I'm finna go get back

I body yo nigga for racks, hop out the car with a gat

Not finna back down, bitch, I'm already in that

Nigga, I been in the smoke, need money, I don't need hoes

That dumb hoe tryna set me up, you finna get hit in yo throat

Smokin' on shit that you can't handle, light a bitch, nigga, like a candle

I got bread to get you knocked out, so my young nigga finna blame him

Kick in the door, don't got no manners, givin' out smoke like cancer

Bad bitch, she gon' eat up the dick, I know she really a dancer

And I got that beam, so nigga, I'm pressing

Run on yo block and teach him a lesson

Broad day, we gon' knock him off, so ain't no need to do no stressin

And that dumb hoe tryna come back, well, bitch, I don't do seconds

Runnin' yo trap, nigga, with a ARP, I feel like God finna bless him

This shit get hot when I be on go, real man, never been no hoe

Nah, she wanna play with the kid, I told her, don't come jump in the smoke

Ah, real deal, we on go, ah, tell a nigga what you know

And I don't got no time for bullshit, but a bitch, nigga, gonna know

When I'm in that car, I can't duck smoke, no way, you finna be a lil' ghost

I don't like to brag, I don't like to boast, but when he drop, I'm making a toast

I'm right there at that lil' nigga neck, better say yo last words before you go

Bitch, nigga, never been no threat, cause I got money to get you ghost

Okay, I don't give no fuck about no bitch, lil' nigga, I'm tryna get paid

Fuck that job shit, I ain't tryna go make no minimum wage

Don't make me turn up, broad day, suwxp, might go up in a rage

Might bust in yo trap, nigga, I'm finna kick in the door like Johnny Cage

Nah, hand me the b-lick, nigga, I'm finna go get back, I body yo nigga for racks

Hop out the car with the gat, Not finna back down, bitch, I'm already in that

Nigga, I been in the smoke, okay, need money, I don't need hoes, yeah

That dumb hoe tryna set me up, you finna get hit in yo throat, lil' bitch