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[verse 1: baby ghost]
b*tch, i ain’t tryna do nothin’ else but catch bodies
brodie off the xan’, he got the switch on him and i’m off a roxy
he don’t give a f*ck, broad day, you know lil’ ghost’ll drop you
i don’t give a f*ck where we at, you know that i’ll pop you
hit a n*gga block with arp, we only spinnin’ out of fast sh*t
b*tch, it’s a switch on every glock, gang only shoot fast sh*t
stand over your ass with a .308, i bet you won’t last, b*tch
i’ll catch a hat broad day, then pull off laughing

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
n*gga, you gon’ have my sh*t today and, b*tch, i wasn’t askin’
told ghost to grab the baby k ’cause that b*tch shoot the fastest
h*llcat, get in front of ’em and get to shootin’ backwards
hangin’ out the window, shoot at everything behind me
label scared to sign me, told ’em all that ghetto sh*t behind me
if it ain’t a glocky or a fin, get that sh*t from ’round me

[verse 3: baby ghost]
b*tch, first timе i hit a hat, i wasn’t even tryin’
fap*fap*fap*fap, walk you down, spit on you while you dyin’

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
all*black ‘cat, you hеar it growlin’ when them n*ggas slidin’
y’all keep trustin’ all these hoes, that’s why your n*ggas dyin’
[verse 5: baby ghost]
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wipe your nose, i’m so f*ckin’ slimy
real big stepper, catch a headshot while i’m drivin’
real big stepper, only hittin’ heads when i’m slidin’
i ain’t never f*ck her, but she always give me head when i’m drivin’
louie shirt on, b*tch, yeah, i’m still grindin’

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
i ain’t worried about that one n*gga, ’cause we gon’ find him
bro said he already f*cked you, b*tch, so why you lyin’?
popped two n*ggas up with one bullet, i wasn’t even tryin’
i got enough to buy a skydweller, i guess it’s perfect timing

[verse 7: baby ghost]
brodie smoked a n*gga six years ago, they still tryna find him
gang k!lled that n*gga two years ago, they still out here cryin’
put the glock to his face, cut the flash on, then fry him
they say two*seven the reason why everybody out here dyin’
n*gga, stop cappin’ like you really out here catchin’ headshots
catch a n*gga at the light, do him like they did tupac

[verse 8: babyfxce e]
let me get the striker, i only wanna slide down two blocks
thought i was the only n*gga shootin’, naw, b*tch, it’s two glocks
two glocks dumpin’, and they both got switchies on ’em
b*tch bad as h*ll, f*ck around and got to trickin’ on her
it keep runnin’ out of bullets, f*ck it, put the fifty on it
you keep thinkin’ that i’m sweet until i put this b*tch up on you

- baby ghost mi lyrics

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