ghost - 4am lyrics
(verse)
i’m off the gas, feel like a ghost
b*tch, i got racks and you broke
going out sad, you lovin, no hope
you ain’t even pass, boy you a joke
ha, b*tch ima go with the facts
you is a opp, you left in the past
walk in the store and we popping the tags
you ain’t do sh*t, we shot at your mans
i’m getting rich, i’m counting them bands
he talking sh*t and we post on yo block
i’m getting money, don’t care bout a thot
and she wanna f*ck cause i’m counting
too many racks, i need an accountant
i can tell that you ain’t bout it
say you gon’ slide on me, boy i doubt it
call up the plug, smoking on that loudest
bl!ck on me, can’t leave without it
stealing my swag, then bite it
and i run this sh*t like biden
and i run the bands up, not trying
i’m off the perc 10, boy i’m crying
if he talking wild, we gon’ find him
and i only f*ck the finest
hop in that track, boy i’m gone
ha, say that i’m broke, what the f*ck is you on?
he talking down, post on yo live
and i run the racks up so long
talking on gang, we get em’ going
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