GHOST lyrics

[Intro: Lee Drilly & Yus Gz]
Yo, it's that Lee Drilly n*gga, you heard? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Drop four, I'm uppin' the 9, Mr. Demon Child, you heard?
My son Yus about to dump on this (Grrah)
(War's too nasty)
Every opp shot, 300K, ReyWayK, 700K, you heard?
Ah, Nazzy (Rrah, every opp shot)
Grrah like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah
Still the face of the—, grrah, like
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, like (Baow, baow)

[Chorus]
Like, they like, "Yus, you on go with this sh*t" (Baow)
I'm tryna get out and blow with this sh*t (Like, what?)
Brodie gon' click and get low with this sh*t (What?)
All black, move tact', get to blowin' and sh*t
Like, who that? Move back, I'm reloadin' this sh*t (Grrah)
I bet if I up, he gon' blow with this sh*t (Grrah, grrah)
Like, one in the head, I'm on go with this sh*t (Like, what?)
Ten in the clip, it's a hole in his sh*t
Like, when I walk in the spot, I'm big broin' and sh*t
'Ootеr like Curry, go pro in this sh*t
Like, I'm the onе, y'all knowin' this sh*t
Like, brodie got shh, left a hole on his sh*t
Like, free the guys, they ain't foldin' and sh*t
Like, brodie got locked, got me holdin' this sh*t
[Verse]
Brodie got the knock in the cell
Like, slidin' through the opps in the cell (Grrah)
Like, brodie hit a opp and he fell
If I get booked, b*tch, I do like the bail
Like, I'ma blow with the prayer that fell (Like, what?)
Ain't with the talkin', I'm goin' to jail (Like, what?)
Like, bullets hit him, leave his body stale (Grrt)
I know brodie gon' get him, leave his body pale (Grrt, grrah)
If she f*ck with opps, then she can meet 'em well
Bro in the shh, gotta send 'em the mail
Smokin' on— shh, now we got him to smell
New opp just died now he burnin' in hell (Nazzy)
Put one in his face and his head and he fell
Creep on that block 'cause they talkin' on Dellz (Talkin' on what?)
Throw up a what? Hit his top, then he yell
I bet he gon' fall if he throw up a L (Grrah, grrah)
Like, stay on a hundred, no fifty, on go
Like on the court, b*tch, I feel like a pro
Hop out gang, turn that boy to a ghost
Knock out gang, take him out of his soul
b*tch, we them demons, all we do is post
If we catch us a shh, turn that boy to a host
Like, nowhere to go, turn that boy to a toast (Nowhere)
Pop out at dark, all he saw was a ghost
Grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
Like, they like, "Yus, you on go with this sh*t"
I'm tryna get out and blow with this sh*t
Brodie gon' click and get low with this sh*t
All black, move tact', get to blowin' and sh*t (Like, grrah, grrah, boom)
Like, who that? Move back, I'm reloadin' this sh*t
I bet if I up, he gon' blow with this sh*t (Grrah, grrah)
Like, one in the head, I'm on go with this sh*t
Ten in the clip, it's a hole in his sh*t
Like, when I walk in the spot, I'm big broin' and sh*t
'Ooter like Curry, go pro in this sh*t
Like, I'm the one, y'all knowin' this sh*t
Like, brodie got shh, left a hole on his sh*t
Like, free the guys, they ain't foldin' and sh*t
Like, brodie got locked, got me holdin' this sh*t (Grrah, grrah)

[Outro]
Tell 'em face of the—
Grrah, slide
Grrah, grrah