Ghxst From Tha Nxrthside lyrics

[Verse]
Hello b*tch, what you tryna do if im awake ?
Yea I drop that indon cos he softie like a cake
Pistol packin, indon laggin smokin boof up in the lake
If your b*tches love to snitch, I kick that b*tch i can't relate
Pole that f*ckin opps, but Im dressin as a cops
Murder mind, b*tch, I keep on shooting, I can't stop
Black shirt, black jeans, indon dressin like a mob
Put that indon in the wood after my choppa gettin hot
All you indon gettin stressed cause oz the oddz causing a trouble
I do what I do, say who that b*tch that call me mumble
Put that b*tch in the grave, i give yall oil, now gimme nobel
I dont give a f*ck if your body end in scramble

[Chorus]
Take me back to home after my 9 hit yo dome
I'll be sippin drank when I drive like im dom
Smokin with the clique on the backseat i'll be stoned
f*ckin with your b*tch as soon you turn into bones