Ghost lyrics

[Chorus: Yeat]
(Woah)
Yeah, I'm way too geeked, I'm finna go ghost (Woah)
This is a Hell, this is a Rolls, this is a Ghost (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, mess wit' me hurtin' my tote (Woah)
She got on the Helmut Lang with the Telfar yeah that's my ho' (Yeah)
b*tch been blowin' my huh? f*ck it I'm finna go ghost (Oh)
I don't give a f*ck what they say (Yeah)
b*tch I been all on my own (Woah)
I don't gotta give you sh*t 'cause you ain't help me when I ain't had a home
I do whatever I want, you smell me? Yeah nah Gucci cologne (Brr)

[Verse: astrovetmonts]
Yeah, brother with two hunnid ghost, huh
Glocky came wit' a beam, the AR came wit' a scope
Maison Margiela cost me a bean, got [?] my tote
Maison Margiela on muhf*ckin' jeans and ion even wear 'em no more
I can't [?], how I get high?
Y'all starin' b*tch I did the most
Ten grams and we smoke till it's roach
How much you talkin'?
Them roaches and rodents
Geeked out my mind, yeah pop me the percys sometimes [?]
Hop in the coupe [?] me
Ride in the [?] go this is your moment
[Verse 2: astrovetmonts]
(Brr)
Need more molly [?] me
All of my [?] don't fit me
Got [?] it came in the mail
She suckin' me up like spaghetti
These diamonds they pretty, no muhf*ckin' [?]
I keep on [?] she ready to go
Fo' sh*t sh*t n*gga, Fo' sh*t sh*t sho'
Then go, go, go
Hop in the Lamb I went ghost
How much bags? Vetements coat
I got a [?]
I met that b*tch at my show
I'm hittin' it once, then I'm lettin' her go
She like "Damn boy [?]"
Fo' sh*t sh*t n*gga, Fo' sh*t sh*t sho'
Then go, go

[Chorus: Yeat]
(Woah)
Yeah, I'm way too geeked, I'm finna go ghost (Woah)
This is a Hell, this is a Rolls, this is a Ghost (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, mess wit' me [?] my tote (Woah)
She got on the Helmut Lang with the Telfar yeah that's my ho' (Yeah)
b*tch been blowin my huh? f*ck it I'm finna go ghost (Oh)
I don't give a f*ck what they say (Yeah)
b*tch I been all on my own (Woah)
I don't gotta give you sh*t 'cause you ain't help me when I ain't had [?]
I do whatever I want, you smell me? Yeah nah Gucci cologne