Ghosted

[Intro]
Ike, shiro
Nine-seven

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Yeah, I cannot fuck with the fake shit, yeah
Brand new Bimmer, hit a lane switch (skrr skrr)
Your bitch got me on her playlist (on her playlist)
I put four grams in a wood and I face it
Pew

[Post-Chorus: Henrick]
Till the lean get in
Trap phone trippin' till the [lean get in?]
(gring, gring)
Me and Sketchy chillin', rockin' Skechers (rockin' Skechers)
Dripping on these niggas when we rockin' these Margielas (walkin on Margielas, aye)

[Verse 1: Henrick]
All these kids on dabs, stu' kid while you stay on the block
Bad bitch while you stay off the block, huh
All these niggas checkin', stu' bitch while I'm playin' chess
All these niggas while you playin' lame
Stu' bitch while you off of a Xan
Bad bitch, we got a flight to Japan

[Verse 2: Hella Sketchy]
Keep a suppressor gun right on my dresser, aye
These hoes on my treasure but they just get pleasure, aye
Yeah, my life that I'm living, I've never lived better, yeah yeah
Yeah, Louis the bag and Gucci the leather
Dope got me flying, feel like Peter Pan
Bitch I'm seventeen, and I've been getting bands
Think you know me, but you don't even understand
Put the drop in the Fanta, woah, I can't stand, woah

[Verse 3: Henrick]
Put the drop in the Fanta
Me and my niggas going ghost, Danny Phantom
Pull up in a Ghost when we pull up where we go ooh
Fuck up on your bitch, we fucking whatever hoe
Nigga dirty, nigga you
Plus I'm from South, [?] Texas
[?]
Playing football, bringing 'em out
Four rings, fucking your bitch
Feeling her shit, [?]
She feeling herself, touching her body, [?] fucking herself, ooh
Bad bitch off a [?]
When I shoot my shot, I be dancing ooh
All these hoes shaking all them ass
Dashed off, ooh
Me and Danny Phantom, we the same thing, ooh ooh
All my niggas ghosts
We [?]
Smack up on your bitch
When we blow this shit [?]

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Yeah, I cannot fuck with the fake shit, yeah
Brand new Bimmer, hit a lane switch (skrr skrr)
Your bitch got me on her playlist (on her playlist)
I put four grams in a wood and I face it
Pew

[Post-Chorus: Henrick]
Till the lean get in
Trap phone trippin' till the [lean get in?]
(gring, gring)
Me and Sketchy chillin', rockin' Skechers (rockin' Skechers)
Dripping on these niggas, when we rockin' these Margielas (walkin on Margielas, aye)