Ghost (feat. Mike Floss)

**** I'm ghost

I been off stacking, what's happening, I never let get close

**** I'm ghost

Gimme that fetti I'm ready to fuck it up, pour it in floor

**** on go

Ain't you that **** that they calling him and resemble the goat

**** I'm both

Nappy head **** since frooties and frozen cup lids on the porch

This for the folks

That's been on 10 before lil jit ever had dreams he would blow

Look at the score

My foot is on necks, I got next at they chest never gone slow

**** I'm ghost

I been off stacking, what's happening, I never let get close

**** I'm ghost

**** I'm ghost

**** I'm back and so much better

Just make sure that Q cap I'm on different schedule

You can tell by the dap, this a different bezel

Out here running this laps, think it's different levels

From the Ville to the Chatt like my **** hello

I then slipped through the cracks, I could never settle

For a duffle not fat, or check on the pedal

On my momma it's wraps, gone and grab the rillo

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

All of my **** got needs

I'm upping degrees, I'm upping the fee, it's word to Kadeem , I'm in a new league

Keep it a b, I need touch starter on keys

Passenger seat, bad little bitch Alix Lapri

**** I'm ghost

I been off stacking, what's happening, I never let get close

**** I'm ghost

Gimme that fetti I'm ready to fuck it up, pour it in floor

**** on go

**** I'm close

Murder she wrote

You ain't gotta say I'm the one

Bitch know I'm the one

You should take peak in the trunk

Cooking ya little beef til it's done

Well, shouldn't been speaking bout nun

Put the respect on the name bitch

I know some **** with aim bitch

Don't give a fuck about change bitch

Only next meal and your chain bitch

I don't think you get the language

At this point I really don't care if you get it

A young black American arrogant ****

Ain't never had nothing I'm burying feelings

Ran off on em, dash with the torch

Five rings like olympics

World in my hands and the judge want vengeance

Mad cause I'm living like him making bands off of sentence

Oo I gotta go, call me the reaper I don't think she

Floss what you on, black hoodie on and I'm taking her soul

I got no problem with taking a moment to bask in the global

Relax and let go, I'm right back on that mission luxurious living I feel like a Rolls

**** I'm ghost

I been off stacking, what's happening, I never let get close

**** I'm ghost

Gimme that fetti I'm ready to fuck it up, pour it in floor

**** on go