Kidz See Ghosts

[Intro:]
(Yo IV, do it magic?)
(Gang-gang, go, go, aye)
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, faa-faa-faa)
(Uhh, faa, uh, faa, ahh, okay)
(Like. like)

[Pre-Chorus:]
Ain’t from New York, but my niggas be chilling
Only couple niggas that I know who would care for me
She said when I fuck I get her in her feelings
Shawty a slutty when she off the Hennessy
Bitch named “Clinton” knock over Hillary
Tap, tap, tap
Blowing her back out in the Stu
Niggas hear that clap, clap, clap
Better get to running!

[Chorus:]
Running, running, running, racks put in a two
Shaking the hoes in and out their dunes
Bringing in all 10 of us to do it
Bringing in gang, gang, gang, fuck!
She tryna fuck it up (up)
I’m tryna hit it one time, but the Hoes can’t get enough

[Verse 1:]
30 on 30 like Kai Cenat shit
She gon’ skate on this dick like a hat trick
Racks on racks likе a nigga YC
Bitch on a tinkie she sucking on mad dick
I get thе money I do this shit regular
You ain’t getting no money stop flaggin’
Niggas tryna flex they bank when it’s negative
Broke niggas using rich ass captions

Rich ahh flashing, real steppers
We dem niggas that’s making it messy
10 in the clip, bullets going through sweatshirts
Red-nosed shit Rudolph right to his destiny
Moving Meliton, something like Rambo
They blowing my phone, tryna message me
Phone “DND”, keep that shit when I’m locked-in
Stuck in my bag, know this money my medicine

[Verse 2:]
Know the shit I do for the media
Not the thing I won’t do for my bruddas
Gotta get it by any means necessary
If that means I’m bussin’ and bussin’
Up it I up it no lovin’ a bitch
I’m just fucking or cuffing or dubbin’ a bitch
She in love with the dick, Ima pass it again
Shake it off no collision, we back to the paper

White-boy, keep that heater like a oven
Pot-boy Dunkin’ Donuts bought a dozen
Tight-boy, Twitter fingers niggas love it
Loving they Instagram more than their mothers
Shit sad Niggas need to get a wake up
Doing me I can’t never do either
She bad, throw ass in the play cut
Hit a stripe in, what the fuck is a gutter?

[Post-Chorus:]
Tyson might cut up, prof with the cutter
Fighting you feeding them bullets for supper
He hungry, pah, pah, pah
We ain’t stopping no stop signs, with gas get to pumping
Hearts on froze, can’t trust no assumptions
Gotta move quick, ‘cause they asking for sum
They atleast try to come up, they leaving no love
But asking for money, ain’t passing me none like

[Verse 3:]
Straight bash into sum, get active with ‘em
I put on my passion with clashing with ‘em
Don’t know what you love isn’t no it ain’t real with me
It be the last to respect, tryna switch up
I’m allergic out of fake nigga Tennessees
10 toes down when I came out the womb
Couple niggas that I know who’s solid
The rest pretended they out of the view

[Bridge:]
Off of the Hennessy, tryna get rowdy
Dis bitch got a dick like a fufu
Run that hoe outta muhfucking pockets
Put out the cam with that hoe out on YouTube
Like uh, uh, uh uh, like uh, uh, uh uh
Like uh, uh, uh uh, like uh, uh, uh uh
Like uh!

[Outro:]
On YouTube, putting that hoe on YouTube
Putting that, putting that hoe on YouTube ah!