Ghost Rydin’ lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Uh-uh, n*gga I eat
Boy, I been goin' in for some years and they sleep
I'm gon' let n*ggas keep actin' like they don't see
f*ck it when I'm in that water it's deep
Lil' n*gga we deep, three to be exact
In the whip with that sh*t, and two n*ggas who with that
Ayy, who on that sh*t, get his sh*t back
Who on this sh*t?
Boy, I roll on some good gas, and get my day goin'
Opp n*ggas runnin' up, the f*ck is they goin' (Where the f*ck is they goin'?)
I'on know, hope they don't think that they scorin'
Looking back, boy, what the f*ck is you doin'?
Hammer on me it's nail in a screw 'em
Boy, we on your block, it's on watch like cartoons
I drive di*k in your thot and she called me harpoon
If you slide on this block, it's a dead-end, you doomed

[Bridge]
He gon' die too soon
Hе gon' die too soon
He gon' die too soon
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I lеft the show with three-thousand, need two rooms
One for just me and my Glock, and my b*tch
My gun need a drumroll, it's not just a clip
n*gga, these 556's get you more then just hit
If you talkin' some sh*t, boy, then I'm more than just p*ssed
We gon' find where you at, then the morgue where you live
I'ma send a n*gga there
He gon' die too soon
He gon' die too soon
Ayy, I left the show with three-thousand, need two rooms
Homie got white in them shrooms
Servin' that block like the goons
We in the trap with them brooms
Boy, if you laugh, then it's boom
Get sh*t shake the room
Boy, don't get turned up, you get tombed
Boy, don't get turn up, you get boomed

[Chorus]
Ghost ridin', ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
Ghost ridin', ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
And when I pop out, clip pop out
Drip-drop out the tip-top
Tip hit sh*t, drop out
All smoke never cop out
I got cotton mouth
Glocks out, f*ck a n*gga
Plus what he talkin' 'bout
Gang
[Verse 3]
Boy, watch how you live 'cause you gon' die the same
You live like a b*tch, and you gon' die the same
Yeah, I live on my own, and then fire like Kane
I'm bringin' that pain
I walk in, just me and my pole, I ain't bringin' your main
Pour a Wock' in my cup and it f*ck up my brain
And the mouth is too deep, now I'm f*ckin' her brain
Yeah, I'm in the head
Yeah, I'm way ahead of you n*ggas
You still givin' head, I'm still gettin' bread
I ain't f*ckin' that ho for just nothin'
b*tch, I smell your leg, so close them muhf*ckas
It's funny how quick I'm just goin' to roll me one up and I smoke them muhf*ckas
Bankrolls can't fold, so we rolled them muhf*ckas
They said I wouldn't be sh*t, I told them muhf*ckas
I'm smoking on some cream soda sh*t
And I just dropped me another little deuce
And some cream soda sh*t
She tan, thick, sweet, sh*t, that's my cream soda b*tch
She wanna suck di*k in the whip, but I said "Can I get to know you b*tch?" (You gotta get to know the b*tch first)

[Chorus]
Ghost ridin', ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
Ghost ridin', ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
And when I pop out, clip pop out
Drip-drop out the tip-top
Tip hit sh*t, drop out
All smoke never cop out
I got cotton mouth
Glocks out, f*ck a n*gga
Plus what he talkin' 'bout