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Ghosty

See an opp, I'ma spazz out
Let me know if you down with the crash out
Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I'ma chase his ass down
Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out
Been through, mask on, tinted windows, n***a, it's a blackout

Glock can shoot from far (Shoot from far)
Three deep when we spin in cars (Spin in cars)
Brand his face, see the sparks (See the sparks)
Hop out and chase him, send him to God (Send him to God)
Aim at his way, stoppin' his heart
Roll up and smoke him like he a cigar (Smoke, smoke)
22 the G.O.A.T. and the youngest in charge (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.)
Gotta thank God that I [?] on them charges (On them charges, gang-gang-gang)

Pass me the Smithin' (Pass that sh*t)
Off a bike, I roll up and clip 'em
Pass me the Glock, spin the block, I hop out and hit 'em
Seek all revenge on the opps (Come here), tryna hide we gon' get 'em
Spinnin' again, let the nine off, took a chunk out his liver (Skrr-skrr-skrr)
My pop's took a shot to the head, and I'm tryin' find his killer (R.I.P.)
Show no remorse to the other side, it's a homicide when we spin 'em

Mask on, it's a blackout (Huh?)
Got two blickies for the wave out (Bow)
We gon' catch a PD, we don't play 'round (Grr)
See these n***as, kids on the playground (Kids)
I'ma beat they ass with some K rounds (Bow)
Huh? what you say now?
Got big twirlers in the A now (Grr)
No Lil Boosie, you get fade now
No ocean, you get sprayed now
Headshot, leave him face down (Bow)
Might hit the tap by his eyebrow
Know these n***as prayin' that it die down (Prayin')
But it's not though, I'ma keep on buyin' shots, bro
No, you can't perform, take the backdoor
See it's Chromehearts on the hat, though, uh-huh

Hundred blicks in the rental (In the rental)
Beat his block, instrumental (Gang)
Opps say they be drillin'
Them n***as lyin' like Simba (Lyin'-ass)
Make yo' block hot in the winter (In the winter)
Might step back like kimber (Woah)
Might fade away like Kobe (Kobe)
I'm a real 24-killer (On gang)
See the block, we the top-opp n***as (On gang)
Ask around, boy, we done drop n***as
The opps know us at the minivan, boy
Pull up with them twirlers, we done really shot n***as (Hahaha)
Sixth grade, way I been a hot n***a (I swear)
I'm booted and rollin' off jiggas
Every day, I'm surrounded by hitters
Felons and shooters and killers (Gang)

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