GHOST

[Sample]
Jinzo
Watch out!

[Verse 1: Crimewave]
Fuck the internet, these pussy niggas don't know
A nigga be out here just killin' these shows
And sellin' these clothes, and fuckin' the hoes, you already know
And bitch on the low, I roll with some niggas who sellin' that dope
Me and my niggas got that, lookin' like a crew
Wearin' all black, niggas know how the fuck we do
Creepin' through the town with a pump
Me and my nigga dual, bringing the phonk
But we got our own twist when we spit this shit
Now, every fuckin' nigga want a piece of this
Y'all tryin' too hard to rub my dick
Now y'all niggas finna ride with my fuckin' clique
4716, nigga that's a set
We gon' kill the fuckin' game, nigga that's a bet
Niggas talkin' shit, SOS on your head
Swing on sight, nigga, you gon' end up fuckin' dead

SOS on your head
Swing on sight, nigga, you gon' end up fuckin' dead
(x2)

[Verse 2: JINZO THE TRAP LORD]
Dimensions all twisted and mangled 26
This holo card switchin' different angles
Star sign on the bottom, bitch I'm rare as I wanna be
Fit to be the best, I couldn't care what you want from me
Hoe, I'm straight flicted off the blanca
EXO demon fingertips grippin' on the genre
Pixelated palm trees with a 5th of vodka
First they wanna hate, now they can't wait to fuckin' jack ya
Beat that pussy proper, fuck her 'til the sun's up
Drop another tape so they can't say that it was dumb luck
I'm in the fuckin' tundra, listenin' to 3pac
Smokin' on some shit that get me higher than some knee socks
Bitch, I make a fiend, watch her mouth for the stickings
Dumb sack of weed so loud that it's clippin'
Fuck around and dip underground like a Diglett
Feelin' like a God, I just found life's dipswitch
I'm frickin' sick as a bitch, it's not a problem
Takin' shit lickety-split, it's not an option
I'm high up as Bibidi gets, I'm off the Majin
And, bitch, I'm really livin' this shit, I'm not just talkin'