POLTERGEIST Lyrics

Beam on a stick, a swisher and a stack

Walk with a limp cause my pockets too fat

Please do no disturb me in the background seeing black

They don't want no problem they know kami be on that

I've been feeling overworked and fucking tired all the time

Call up bro and get to pouring mixing dirty with the sprite

Blowing smoke, like a ghost, lookin like a poltergeist

We got straps like a dyke, you get fucked on sight

Please not disturb me bitch,

I'm working on dying

I just heard your music bitch,

you aint even trying

You aint never do shit, but capping, stop lying

Turn it too a shootout, Smith and Wesson heavy iron

Choppa staying cozy on my body like a Eskimo

I be out in public, smoking backwoods out in Mexico

New pack just landed down I got more gas then a Texaco

I caught him lacking the .38 be like hey, hello!

you busy setting the low

I'm busy getting some more

Roll up a blunt of the slow

I'm finna chop it with bro

I paint his block, Van Gough

Knock of his top, hello

You getting played, cello

He not okay, uh oh

He think he special Modelo

I keep a stick Donatello

His girl a fan of mine

it got him paranoid like Othello

The shooter hopping out the taxi

Move like Robert Di Nero

And I've been smoking big gas big head like a pharaoh

And so I smoke me a elbow

I'm high like Kilimanjaro

I swallow half of the bottle

I wont remember tomorrow

I wont remember the bullshit

I wont remember the sorrow

You haven't got what I envy

So why the fuck would I follow

Beam on a stick, a swisher and a stack

Walk with a limp cause my pockets too fat

Please do no disturb me in the background seeing black

They don't want no problem they know kami be on that

I've been feeling overworked and fucking tired all the time

Call up bro and get to pouring mixing dirty with the sprite

Blowing smoke, like a ghost, lookin like a poltergeist

We got straps like a dyke, you get fucked on sight