Tommy And Ghost

[Intro]
(Ay J1 that's flames my bro)
(F12)

[Chorus]
Two man step like Tommy and Ghost
One snap with them and you're fully involved
I love me a bitch that holds my phone
When I'm lurking around tryna take mans soul
I’m on the Green, searching for guys like Google
I found one, tried hit him with the chrome
And Kizz got done so brutal, shank in his ribs done broke that bone
Two man step like Tommy and Ghost
One snap with them and you're fully involved
I love me a bitch that holds my phone
When I'm lurking around tryna take mans soul
I’m on the Green, searching for guys like Google
I found one, tried hit him with the chrome
And Kizz got done so brutal, shank in his ribs done broke that bone

[Verse]
I got the drop and something got shot, it weren't no fucking coincidence
In the ride its me and my heart I don't need no drugs ain't under no influence
Six in the G-lock , creep up , beat off
My aims no less than brilliant
They got gang locked on the wing
Giving rass to the kids and causing bare incidents
Puff, puff, this Sav be hitting my chest
You can't step on the L like I step on B
Guarantee somebody gets yeffed
And bro just watched me do it broad day
Back shot but I wanted the chest
Most wanted man in the beef, that's facts
Who’s bad? Come put it to the test
Fat boy ****, you mean fat boy shame?
My slave in jail, don’t talk on my name
His mum is a cat, and she knows we beef her son
But the cracks got her doing the Harlem Shake
You dont wanna hear bang on the mains
No way like them my waps ain't fake
I was sitting in jail, tryna slice mans face, than I got a phone call that something got K’d
Trident doing up Guardiola, substitution they switched that case
Cah I stepped on road with the same intent
That’s blades in necks or bells in brain
So don't lose yourself, but if the bells say “Hi”
You might lose your health
I kick down doors so don't lose your wealth
We don’t make no noise, get it done with stealth
I can't talk on the things I’ve done
Cah the things I’ve done might get me indicted
Like pulling up on J10 crib, late night, with full clip when I wasn't invited
It’s a massacre when I’m stepping, rude boy better use that adrenaline
Run, run, if I back my weapon cos if I catch up, trust I’m wetting it
My nigga Mitch caught Tiny, peppered him, mans wetting anything I see with Melanin
My opps come way too feminine
Talk on the L, no way I’m forgetting it
Slide to the B or Leyton Green
Helicopter, its an emergency
I don't want no features but I’m still tryna murder ****
Jailhouse menace, breaking off faces and I do it with courtesy
When I pull up with the dots and rambo knives
Ha, I know that you heard of me
Back shot expert, I caught up, needed help, that’s urgently
I got beef on roads but I wanna make bread
And I ain't talking about burger meat
We ain't got beef with PCB, them man are just target practice
I got a .44 stuffed in a 2 door German
Can’t tell me about tactics
Only real ones know what I mean when I say 2 more, that’s me on a hat trick
Go ask anyone on my block, there's never been a day in this beef I ain’t match fit

[Chorus]
Two man step like Tommy and Ghost
One snap with them and you're fully involved
I love me a bitch that holds my phone
When I'm lurking around tryna take mans soul
I’m on the Green, searching for guys like Google
I found one, tried hit him with the chrome
And Kizz got done so brutal, shank in his ribs done broke that bone
Two man step like Tommy and Ghost
One snap with them and you're fully involved
I love me a bitch that holds my phone
When I'm lurking around tryna take mans soul
I’m on the Green, searching for guys like Google
I found one, tried hit him with the chrome
And Kizz got done so brutal, shank in his ribs done broke that bone