GHOST lyrics

[Sample]
Jinzo
Watch out!

[Verse 1: Crimewave]
f*ck the internet, these pus*y n*ggas don't know
A n*gga be out here just killin' these shows
And sellin' these clothes, and f*ckin' the hoes, you already know
And b*tch on the low, I roll with some n*ggas who sellin' that dope
Me and my n*ggas got that, lookin' like a crew
Wearin' all black, n*ggas know how the f*ck we do
Creepin' through the town with a pump
Me and my n*gga dual, bringing the phonk
But we got our own twist when we spit this sh*t
Now, every f*ckin' n*gga want a piece of this
Y'all tryin' too hard to rub my di*k
Now y'all n*ggas finna ride with my f*ckin' clique
4716, n*gga that's a set
We gon' kill the f*ckin' game, n*gga that's a bet
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, SOS on your head
Swing on sight, n*gga, you gon' end up f*ckin' dead

SOS on your head
Swing on sight, n*gga, you gon' end up f*ckin' dead
(x2)
[Verse 2: JINZO THE TRAP LORD]
Dimensions all twisted and mangled 26
This holo card switchin' different angles
Star sign on the bottom, b*tch I'm rare as I wanna be
Fit to be the best, I couldn't care what you want from me
Hoe, I'm straight flicted off the blanca
EXO demon fingertips grippin' on the genre
Pixelated palm trees with a 5th of vodka
First they wanna hate, now they can't wait to f*ckin' jack ya
Beat that pus*y proper, f*ck her 'til the sun's up
Drop another tape so they can't say that it was dumb luck
I'm in the f*ckin' tundra, listenin' to 3pac
Smokin' on some sh*t that get me higher than some knee socks
b*tch, I make a fiend, watch her mouth for the stickings
Dumb sack of weed so loud that it's clippin'
f*ck around and dip underground like a Diglett
Feelin' like a God, I just found life's dipswitch
I'm frickin' sick as a b*tch, it's not a problem
Takin' sh*t lickety-split, it's not an option
I'm high up as Bibidi gets, I'm off the Majin
And, b*tch, I'm really livin' this sh*t, I'm not just talkin'