Correction Lyrics Ghost by Lionaire

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[Verse]
These niggas better step back before they make the news
46 millis with the Fruityloops
Africa thats where my roots
Trappin, trappin, trappin, you been bandwagon plottin
Do this shit forever nigga I ain't/won't stop
Look, I been in the game for to long, now they watchin
Let me take you back to the hustle, when I was locked in
Im the 46 with a Cali-Pack I be ridin
Im like Picasso I dont give a f*ck about it
Money ain't got Power but my niggas really got it
No Peace-talks, no mercy when I see you Ima pop it
I drop it, I kill, I feel like Uncle Phil (in the Hill Hill)
I smell when you ain't f*ckin real
We gon run with dat, You get shooted at
With yo funny ass, You can get drilled
Know where your honey at, We get baked
She get naked, I got water like its coconuts
You ain't one of us you tryna roll with us
You sold your soul for a check, hold it up
The niggas actin tuff but they really hoes inside, haha
The car for the business, nigga Im a f*ckin menace
I dont give a f*ck about the' pitty bitches Ima get it
I dont wanna ride with these fakes niggas they ain't with it
Its like homicide when you with some niggas who dont get it, Send me yo addy nigga!
Hottest around, look im droppin it down
Look Im poppin this shit, bitch Im true to myself
Do this shit from the hell, dont argue with the blind
Ima rise, you get killed, you lookalikes!
Fresh and fly Ima drill, I do this shit myself
Still hear these niggas talking, niggas gon route for the clout
Send me yo addy Im there, come and get at me Im bout
Shoot at your family/spouse!
[Beat switch]

Ah, Ah, A, AH
Dont even trip. Bitch nigga is a bitch
One call you get squeezed, a bitch nigga I dont need
A switch nigga ion keep, My dawg he comin for ya neck
Stop it mynigga you ain't gettin cheese
You crawled mynigga why you cap
Droppin a top in my f*ckin Benz, only nigga with a level
I feel like 2Pac with my f*ckin plan, drop a nigga with a metal
She said its smelin like dope in here, dope money got dough coming, she said Im one of GOATS out here
Doing my thang, I dont know none
p*ssy niggas disappear as soon as probs probs probs in the air, Why you gon fold out here
We got some niggas livin in the hell supplying the dope out here
I put my life on the line for this, I swear to god you gon die for this
You a p*ssy need no iron for this
Shoot you up, all of my niggas gon shoot you up
You had a chance you f*cked it up, that nigga a fan
He do it for fame, he just wanna shine, he just wanna shine
Im in this, bitch by my side
Im riding trough another nigga city with a f*ckin Drako
If he wanna ride, slide
I dont negotiate with fake niggas
Im no killer dont push me
Cause I know some killas, no rookies
Bitch I am vet, soul took me
Im on they ass, they pussies, bag stashed up
Cash racked up, now I hope you took it yeah
Look how I whip it and cook it, and all of my niggas be smoking that dope, that dope, that dope, that GOOD
Fresh out the bottom, Im fresh out the woods
You left, now Im right, I did what I could
Everybody gon talk this out, but nobody gon walk this out, Nobody gon face this shit, these niggas hate
They faked this shit yeah
Im shootin this shit like its tennis, yeah
I never said I was finished, I just started lil nigga
As of today Im winning

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