HOLY GHOST lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, aight
Mm-mmm
Aight
Mm-mmm, aight, aight
(Ayy, Tony)

[Verse]
Somewhere on the map
Probably somewhere out the mix
I'm on the baseball bats, b*tch, I'm in a dirty mitt
Sprite Cherry, make it dark-skinned, would've thought I poured a six
Would've thought, I could've thought, but if I could, I probably did
I done woke up out a juice coma, took another sip
Like my cup f*cked up
Can't love a dirty birdy, where I'm from, we call them legs
And I ain't worried 'bout no backdoor, front door, nothin'
And I'm only twenty somethin'
Tryna make it to my thirties, be damned if a n*gga crush me
Keep a pipe of iron biscuits
Keep a glove in a glovebox
And glovе box in a n*gga
I be in them cars more than cеnter consoles is
I been in the game
I ain't into consoles, my n*gga
I don't need a record label just to sponsor my livin'
I been down the street
Hand-to-hand how I get it
'Cause I can't be a n*gga with his hands out, ya hear me?
Workin' while I'm young, I can't be sixty, need assistance
Tryna get us all paid, I need a bigger system for
Mansion by the beach in force
Ferraris, need at least four
It's bought, it's not a lease
I got it off the distro
[Outro]
Ah
b*tch, I swear to God
I'ma do it
b*tch, ooh-woo, ooh
I'ma do it one of these days, boy
Ah