Holy Ghost* lyrics
by Meek Mill
[Snippet]
Picture me giving n*ggas a portion when I can hit the dealer and buy all my killers Porsches
They gon' slide on you if I tell them ride on you
Then them secure n*ggas ready to die for you
All my n*ggas pull up with .30s and fire on you
Suddenly when it hit you, somebody done lied to you
This the summer I'ma have to beat my hittas
Check, check, check
f*cking famous b*tches, countin' paper
Check, check, check
I got sh*t about you, I won't say it
Pay to watch your mouth, you keep on quiet
I'm gon flame on you b*tches, play no games with you b*tches, no way
My condolence for you losses, I just pray you ok
Used to hail lord for you, now I'm swinging that cake
So if you ride with my opps, then get the f*ck out the way, hoe