Ghost Rider

If I fuck this bitch today, then I won't tell no fuckin' lie

I come through and smack shit, this stepper music, it's that time

I make whoop his ass music, tell that bitch go get in line

I'm so motherfuckin' wealthy, I forgot that cards decline

I come through and uh uh, I come through and smack shit

I make whoop his ass music, this that spinning back shit

Talk up out your fuckin neck, he end up on that blacklist

Told my hoe to sniff that coke, bae this real trap shit

I might spin back on my ex, because I know that that bitch going

She keep sayin' that I'm God, I told that bitch I'm already known

Bae from the fuckin' south, Grills hitting, draws showin' And my swag so fuckin' crazy