Ghosts of ’16 Freestyle

[Intro]

Super trippy, I feel like a ghost
For the bread, I'll pull up with the toast
(Bang)
We count all the 20' on the floor
(Yeah we count them on the floor motherfucker)
They can't kill us both, I got my bro
Yeah I got my...

[Verse]

And if I die, I hope my brothers trip at my funeral
To see the world the way I do
Maybe you would know
That we all hanging on to the bond
Like a crucible
Pay attention cause it's 007
Yeah we killing them casually
Versace suits, that's a masterpiece
The 4 or the 5, those the master pieces
But I'm never peacemaker in the section
610 ghosts like 16, oh shit a nigga meant 610
I'm sorry that I'm coming off trippy
I'm on the prowl in the mother fucking 16
Hopping out the telly lookin' reckless
Coming for your head but we headless
Summer '16, gang shit
Pornstar, gangbang your bitch
No pornstars when gang bang your bitch
She juss want a whole lot of dick
Man...
She said she'll come to the 6
She said she a fan of this shit
So blow the whole damn team & dip
610 ghosts like 60
Camera angle wide, might catch me
Whole team and we all reckless
Can we get them all in the section
Heard you seen 12, pay attention
4 more ghosts, dressed for war now
That's 16 got more now, lot of bodies laying on the floor now
Hit singles fuck a ghost writer, riding with the fire feel like ghost rider
Over watch squad super 3rd eye
At the super 8 with the ghost squad
Reaper gang team, now you know now
Pack of woods, 5 blunts to roll now
Best 16's in a row now
Whole trip team on go now

Wicked lyrics add up juss like a crossword
Wolf patch on my back while I'm walking down the cross roads
Papikeepitrill, young nigga with the cornrows
Show a lot of love but I got a numb soul

Wait til Papi pull up in that phantom
Do it for the valley, feel just like the Phantoms
Pussy niggas they could never handle
Pussy niggas they could never handle
(Yeah, Wolfpack Wolfpack)
Pussy niggas they could never handle
Pussy niggas they could never handle