GHOST

Prada jeans with the bands that I throw

Not a fiend but yo bitch would switch up and give me throat

She gon ghost, (off she goes), then we going coast to coast

Not a fiend but yo bitch got coke under her nose

Prada jeans, I got style, he wouldn't know

Not a fiend but yo bitch would switch up and give me throat

She taking notes, (she taking notes), then we going coast to coast

Not a fiend but yo bitch a sell-out, she sucking most (uh uh)

She the type to count hands in her pants

And do a dance for some cash, while she's playing her mans

So watch out (watch out)