Ghosty lyrics

Oii
What's doiiing
It's Lil Sknow

What
I ain't rich so I trap, find ya b*tch in my lap (finder)
20 bucks for a cap (no fiver)
Got a bunch in my dacks (yeep)
c*nts munching on gack
Love drunk on the rack
Dumb sl*ts get one touch and wanna be calling me dad
I'm never calling her back (nah)
Busting my nut then I lash (urrggh)
Ordered the pack bought her and back
Everything I say is FACTS!

Punch a cone I don't leave a ghosty
Up the nose where she needs it mostly
Country roads I been steering slowly
Watch you know about fear and loathing
Gucci gear I don't need no clothing
Louis t I been feeling lonely
I been feeling lonely

I used to rort my clothes
Shoutout to David Jones
Got picked up by the 8th P but I was just smoking cones
I've been struggling to sleep (f*ck!!)
All I eat is benzos I ain't wannabe a lil peep
Let me dial up 3 of those (RIP)
Mix my lean with the Sprite (Mix it)
Listerine I stay crispy clean whenever I'm stepping outside
Late night in the trap
Got a man feeling mad
She wanna know if I'm coming home
But I'm in love with the racks
Junkie c*nts wanna jab
Ganga sl*ts wanna scab
Making numbers in a cab (skrrrr)
My killometers looking phat
Left punch red rum (gone)
Same c*nts fall flat
Dead c*nts called mum (yea)
Mates died like that
Nuff said I'm done lost time comes back