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[Verse 1: Baby Ghost]
b*tch, I ain't tryna do nothin' else but catch bodies
Brodie off the Xan', he got the switch on him and I'm off a Roxy
He don't give a f*ck, broad day, you know lil' Ghost'll drop you
I don't give a f*ck where we at, you know that I'll pop you
Hit a n*gga block with ARP, we only spinnin' out of fast sh*t
b*tch, it's a switch on every Glock, gang only shoot fast sh*t
Stand over your ass with a .308, I bet you won't last, b*tch
I'll catch a hat broad day, then pull off laughing

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
n*gga, you gon' have my sh*t today and, b*tch, I wasn't askin'
Told Ghost to grab the baby K 'cause that b*tch shoot the fastest
Hellcat, get in front of 'em and get to shootin' backwards
Hangin' out the window, shoot at everything behind me
Label scared to sign me, told 'em all that ghetto sh*t behind me
If it ain't a Glocky or a fin, get that sh*t from 'round me

[Verse 3: Baby Ghost]
b*tch, first timе I hit a hat, I wasn't even tryin'
Fap-fap-fap-fap, walk you down, spit on you while you dyin'

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
All-black 'Cat, you hеar it growlin' when them n*ggas slidin'
Y'all keep trustin' all these hoes, that's why your n*ggas dyin'
[Verse 5: Baby Ghost]
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wipe your nose, I'm so f*ckin' slimy
Real big stepper, catch a headshot while I'm drivin'
Real big stepper, only hittin' heads when I'm slidin'
I ain't never f*ck her, but she always give me head when I'm drivin'
Louie shirt on, b*tch, yeah, I'm still grindin'

[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
I ain't worried about that one n*gga, 'cause we gon' find him
Bro said he already f*cked you, b*tch, so why you lyin'?
Popped two n*ggas up with one bullet, I wasn't even tryin'
I got enough to buy a Skydweller, I guess it's perfect timing

[Verse 7: Baby Ghost]
Brodie smoked a n*gga six years ago, they still tryna find him
Gang killed that n*gga two years ago, they still out here cryin'
Put the Glock to his face, cut the flash on, then fry him
They say two-seven the reason why everybody out here dyin'
n*gga, stop cappin' like you really out here catchin' headshots
Catch a n*gga at the light, do him like they did Tupac

[Verse 8: Babyfxce E]
Let me get the striker, I only wanna slide down two blocks
Thought I was the only n*gga shootin', naw, b*tch, it's two Glocks
Two Glocks dumpin', and they both got switchies on 'em
b*tch bad as hell, f*ck around and got to trickin' on her
It keep runnin' out of bullets, f*ck it, put the fifty on it
You keep thinkin' that I'm sweet until I put this b*tch up on you