GHOST Lyrics

(So!)

(Yeah!)

Blue bandana creep

He tip-toe like Ghost-face

Play with the band

Hit ya' heart, you'll have no bass

Florida niggas'll cut you up, put you in a suitcase

Cut the tongue and fingers, burn it, leave no trace

South Fulton got real hittas, go check they resume

Not goin' for none that from no bitch, I'll be like OJ

Yeah you might think differently 'bout that, and it's okay

She do foul play you know I gotta leave her in the grave

Yeah I might go Vamp

Dracula hollow hit like you got bit

Silver Mustang

Ah' ride round in that below five tint

Shawty he really a ghost

All black and leave no fingerprint

Dead body in the attic!

Rats crawlin' that's why it's all this fuckin' lint (Ughhhh!)

Establish yo' presence, go over them orders, gotta get that fanbase

Change the world, make it better with all your innovative taste

Send it down to your grand children, so they create a diff' type pace

Pioneer shit, gotta be the ones to go out and be that face

(So what?)

(Yeah, yeah!)

Askin' for the claw, I knew I was trippin

When I felt in my gut I shouldn't had went and did that mission

Roaches in that bathroom, felt like a dead body was where you put the dish in

Had to get the fuck from the spot, had to go and start my transmission

At a craze, psychin' out, don't think I got them horns

The way you hold 'em like a ARP, I'll blast you at Longhorn

When y'all ain't set in life, get that Plan-B so it ain't born

Yeah I bought this put it on, only one time it's been worn

Owens on my feet (Ye, ye!), this ain't everyday drip

Go J's or Balenci, if I don't tell you what I'm wearin' don't trip

Gotta get it on your own, also none wrong wit' a car note on the whip

But to go find this shit, Kors you might gotta go MK on the Krypt