Ghost

[Chorus]
Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit
Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit
They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit
Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch
Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it
Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him
How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit
Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list

[Verse 1]
We did what's his name so dirty i know that nigga still pissed
They sent some niggas on my block i sent they ass right to a ditch
Im like JR with that AR and im Leeke with that stick
Bitch im feelin real creep tell them crackas free Nick
Nigga you could lose yo life just for hoppin on a diss
Lareno know that he bitch what type of nigga diss a jit
Ain't have that same еnergy when he got shot all in his shit
Hе was all on flo talking bout 'aw bro im hit'
I done been outside niggas house so long i fell asleep
I done shot so many niggas i pray the lord my soul to keep
I ain't the type to rob cuz you move wrong then a nigga rest in peace
We'll smoke yo O.G. turn that boy to O.G

[Chorus]
Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit
Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit
They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit
Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch
Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it
Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him
How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit
Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list

[Verse 2]
I don't trust niggas
If you ain't tryna drill nigga i can't fuck with you
How you smoking all these opps and you ain't did no spinning
People send you the drop you send it right to us nigga
We the ones do the killing
But that's a topic for another day
Big Whop still gon slang that K
I don't give a fuck about rappin nigga i'll catch a case
Still be in them cars tryna spin like i ain't move outta state
Bout Meech these niggas gon die and im rockin out bout my No Face
Step foot on my block you won't go 8 (Trey D)
We be fucking all these bitches we know where all these hoes stay
Soon as she post yo ass we comin to that hoe place
Catch you walking down the stairs blahh close clase
Nigga do you wanna die ask yo self
All my niggas know is homicides nigga we death
You still gon post on brooklyn like they ain't leave Pete there
Free Curt i know he hurt i hate when opps be in jail (free the opps)

[Chorus]
Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit
Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit
They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit
Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch
Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it
Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him
How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit
Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list