GHOST.

Original

I pledge allegiance to my legion, call me GG from the top now.

I know I said I love you, but it's hot now. Fuck I look like coming back up to the block now?

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop!

Turn the lights on, the lights off. Turn the lights on, the lights off.

Turn the lights on, the lights off. Turn the lights on, the lights-

Bitch, I flow, and when I leave, she feeling my ghost.

Your shorty bad, but she stealing my posts. I keep a Glock tucked, homie, no holster. I like to flex, but

I'm doing the most. And when I leave, she feeling my ghost.

Your shorty bad, but she stealing my posts. I keep a Glock tucked, homie, no holster.

I like to flex, but -I'm doing the most. -I pledge allegiance to my legion, call me

GG from the top now. I know I said I love you, but it's hot now.

Fuck I look like coming back up to the block now? Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop!

Lie for my dead bros, lie for my damn phone.

Die for my bitches, they can put this on my headstone. Can't go and try to call Camilla up, she said no.

Probably sold more Fenty than Rihanna, but it's stepdaughter.

Soho trips, they got pics, I froze. Like, "Hold on, bitch, can I switch my flows?

If I don't hit tonight, bitch, I'm gone. " I go, I flow.

Bitch, I flow, and when I leave, she feeling my ghost.

Your shorty bad, but she stealing my posts. I keep a Glock tucked, homie, no holster. I like to flex, but

I'm doing the most. And when I leave, she feeling my ghost.

Your shorty bad, but she stealing my posts. I keep a Glock tucked, homie, no holster.

I like to flex, but -I'm doing the most. -Y'all bitches ain't on shit.

Y'all bitches don't want this. Think you got a church nigga 'til he see sin.

Gave the boy the spirit, good God, that's a smooth bitch.

Too trim, tell a hoe split, that's a dead end. Skrrt around the dip, I told him, "Nigga, head in.

" See, I'm a rude bitch, I got a attitude. I'll hang the phone up, get it back to you. What you mad for?

Ghost niggas, no bending. I don't see whores, won't hear it, nigga, what?

I don't speak for her, won't let shit slide. R. I. P. Tee, treat it like a nigga died.

Bitch, I flow, and when I leave, she feeling my ghost.

Your shorty bad, but she stealing my posts. I keep a Glock tucked, homie, no holster. I like to flex, but

I'm doing the most. And when I leave, she feeling my ghost.

Your shorty bad, but she stealing my posts. I keep a Glock tucked, homie, no holster. I like to flex, but

I'm doing the most.