Ghost Hunting

[Hook]
I really mean it, I don’t fuck with anybody
Every city, every minute someone’s gettin' bodied
Catch me out in traffic with a goon sittin' shottie
I’m that guido, facing charges like I’m John Gotti
I’m coming through your window if you owe something
I saw your homie lurkin’ like he know something
I can't hold a bitch down, all these hoes frontin'
I can't afford Rolls Royce so I’m just ghost hunting

[Verse 1]
I don't gang bang, neither do these fake goons
I’m tryna get up on the TV like a Cartoon
Take off those colors, you don’t rep it, you ain’t really bout it
You say you’re strappin’, say you’re clappin', bitch I really doubt it
I just beat your homie, and I went home with triple digits
You’re working 9-5, I just got hundreds in a minute
Grinding for that cream, your stacks are shorter than a midget
Peep my tape, then check my record, try to tell me I ain’t winnin
Blowing indo, lookin' out the window, I see surveillance vans
They heard my homies moving work, just tryna make a couple bands
It gets dark in Camden and it turns into Afghanistan
I’ll tell you when I blow up, It will rain, bitch I’m the weatherman
I’m smoking so much loud, I can’t remember shit
If you’re runnin with my squad you need a membership
I got no filter, I don’t pack my tracks with censorship
You see a white face dressed in black, I’m on my slender shit
Don’t hate my life bitch, you don’t know what I been through
Feds gave me charges and the devil gave me sins too
I keep some goons with me, promise they don’t fuck with you
These thugs will put a red dot on your head like a Hindu

[Hook]
I really mean it, I don’t fuck with anybody
Every city, every minute someone’s gettin' bodied
Catch me out in traffic with a goon sittin' shottie
I’m that guido, facing charges like I’m John Gotti
I’m coming through your window if you owe something
I saw your homie lurkin' like he know something
I can't hold a bitch down; all these hoes frontin'
I can't afford rolls royce so I’m just ghost hunting

[Verse 2]
I don’t pretend to be a thug, I swear I’m not an actor
Ya bitch just said she got a man, hoe that’s not a factor
Before I roll up, all my leaves are soaked in purple
Nobody’s gonna hit my blunt unless they’re in my circle
Right now It’s like nobody’s ever heard of me
All these pussies talking shit, It isn’t hurting me
These haters are the same people that deserted me
If you ain’t talkin' bout the bread, don’t say a word to me
I met the plug on broad, He said he saw the feds were stalking
They stated lurking but they can’t do shit, cause we’re just walking
They pulled up and my homie threw a right hook at the pig’s face
I darted to my whip and got myself in a police chase
I'll never snitch, not even on my enemies
Feds ask me about it, so I tell them that I couldn’t see
Ya bitch is on me, moving up and down that’s vertically
I’m the only one who his puts dreams over currency
It’s a joke how people think they’re hard because they’re broke
I keep my music like my weed because loud is all I smoke
Just cause you’re from a ghetto doesn’t mean that you’re savage
I’ve been grindin' for a better future, right now my life is hard to manage

[Hook]
I really mean it, I don’t fuck with anybody
Every city, every minute someone’s gettin' bodied
Catch me out in traffic with a goon sittin' shottie
I’m that guido, facing charges like I’m John Gotti
I’m coming through your window if you owe something
I saw your homie lurkin' like he know something
I can't hold a bitch down; all these hoes frontin'
I can't afford rolls royce so I’m just ghost hunting