​ghost lyrics

(Intro)
Ha, aha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha

(Verse)
I'm on the gas, feel like a ghost
b*tch, I got racks and you broke
Going out sad, you lovin’ a hoe
You getting passed, boy you a joke
Ha, b*tch I'ma go with the facts
You is a opp, you left in the past
Walk in the store and we popping the tags
You ain't do sh*t, we shot at your mans
I’m getting rich, I'm counting them bands
He talking sh*t and we post on yo block
I'm getting money, don't care bout a thot
And she wanna f*ck cause I'm counting
Too many racks, I need an accountant
I can tell that you ain't bout it
Say you gon' slide on me, boy I doubt it
Call up the plug, smoking on that loudest
Blick on me, can't leave without it
Stealing my swag, they bitin’
And I run this sh*t like Biden
And I run the bands up, not trying
I’m off the perc 10, boy I'm crying
If he talking wild, we gon’ find him
And I only f*ck the finest (Go, go, go)
Hop in that Track, boy I'm gone
Ha, say that I'm broke, what the f*ck is you on? (Ha)
He talking down, post on yo live
And I run the racks up so long
Talking on gang, we get em' going (Go)