ghostt
๐ต 2128 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:04 duration
๐ ID: 23645624
๐ Lyrics
Yeah, I'm clutching on that bow
Wrist so frozen, I'ma splash this boy, get schooled, yeah
Holy Murda, I'm on his go
Got that pressure, let it blow
DnD, I'm going ghost
I won't ever fucking fold
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
Smoking all these gas, it got me fucked up
I don't hear back 'cause I'm counting bucks
Fell off 'cause you out of luck
I know that they talking shit, I do not give a fuck
Fell off for a bit, but now I'm counting guap
I might die young, I don't wanna talk
Making money fast, I don't wanna stop
Why you talking on the gang? You need to stop, yeah
Smoking all these gas, it got me fucked up
I don't hear back 'cause I'm counting bucks
Fell off 'cause you out of luck
I know that they talking shit, I do not give a fuck
Uh, yeah, I'm making money fast, huh
Choppa in my hand, I let it eat him up
Meditating slimes every day, yeah, I'm tough
When I get 'em all, I fucking play as King of Hearts
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
They wanna be like me, yeah, we gon' get 'em gone
We gon' put him on a tee, yeah, he won't be here long
Yeah, I know they wanna talk about me, but they don't know what to say
Put the pistol to his face, he won't see another day (Stop it)
Guarantee that we gon' drop him, we gon' fucking pop him
Put him on the ground, now he bleeding
We gon' stomp him (Stomp him out)
Everybody going down, tell it to our hands now
You know that we gon' air it out
Wrist so frozen, I'ma splash this boy, get schooled, yeah
Holy Murda, I'm on his go
Got that pressure, let it blow
DnD, I'm going ghost
I won't ever fucking fold
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
Smoking all these gas, it got me fucked up
I don't hear back 'cause I'm counting bucks
Fell off 'cause you out of luck
I know that they talking shit, I do not give a fuck
Fell off for a bit, but now I'm counting guap
I might die young, I don't wanna talk
Making money fast, I don't wanna stop
Why you talking on the gang? You need to stop, yeah
Smoking all these gas, it got me fucked up
I don't hear back 'cause I'm counting bucks
Fell off 'cause you out of luck
I know that they talking shit, I do not give a fuck
Uh, yeah, I'm making money fast, huh
Choppa in my hand, I let it eat him up
Meditating slimes every day, yeah, I'm tough
When I get 'em all, I fucking play as King of Hearts
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
Yeah, these haters' blind zombies, yeah, these Raybans
And I'm aiming through the scope like it's Faze Clan
He keep talking on the net, put the blade in
You be tryna steal my flow, steal my cadence
They wanna be like me, yeah, we gon' get 'em gone
We gon' put him on a tee, yeah, he won't be here long
Yeah, I know they wanna talk about me, but they don't know what to say
Put the pistol to his face, he won't see another day (Stop it)
Guarantee that we gon' drop him, we gon' fucking pop him
Put him on the ground, now he bleeding
We gon' stomp him (Stomp him out)
Everybody going down, tell it to our hands now
You know that we gon' air it out