Ghost lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
(If Pirus and Crips all got along)
(Warning, this is not a drill)
(They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song)
(Commencing: Operation Doomsday)
(Seem like the whole city go against me)
(Grrah, grrah)
(Every time I'm in the street, I hear—)
(Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!)
(Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Chorus: Jay Hound]
n*gga, when I up better get out the—
I'm on that block, I was dumpin' my G, wasn't leavin' with nothin' they think I'm insane
I'm on '4th if you feelin' a way, they started throwin', went out with a bang
Bro kept on playin' like Ghost—
Bro kept on playin' like Ghost but he throwin' like Cane

[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
Let off two out the deuce, it was strange
Brodie annoyin' me, I'm throwin' pain
I-I done been everywhеre wearin' my chain
Don't get EMS, ain't no patiеnt
I told brodie to hop out, get busy
Ask what I do, bro emerged, he was with me
Bullets is flyin' like birds—
Bullets is flyin' like boy number 12 on the Grizzlies
[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Word to bro, I get busy
Bend through that block with the Glock, I threw fifty
n*gga, you wasn't there on that block late night, word to bro
I was totin' my sitchy
Like, Gotti Blu wanna diss on my deads? Spin through the Sev', tryna send him to Rippy, n*gga
Like, Thunder Bklu, word to bro got me fessed
He couldn't see n*ggas covers was p*ssy?
Bend through the block, I threw one in the head
If bro tell me, "Flick", then I flick 'til it's empty
Citi bike for the drill, I threw 'Dot on the pegs
And we tryna spin on that block 'til we dizzy
Ldot caught a shot, n*gga died on the bench
Like, they don't get back, not for none of them n*ggas
Now you know we don't f*ck with them n*ggas
I see them in person, I up on them n*ggas
Grrah, grrah, like I got a gun
So tell me, like why would I run from you n*ggas?
Like, word to my dead, I been outside for months
And I did not run into none of you n*ggas
Like, don't make me jump out and dump on you n*ggas
Put the beam on his back and have fun with you n*ggas
I could bend through that block, throwin' ten at you n*ggas
Like how many I threw at you bumblebee n*ggas?

[Verse 3: Jay Hound]
If I ain't out totin' on G then my 'ooter got it, no it can't run with me
A-ask brodie, you know I keep a gun with me
T-two opp thots, tryna have fun with me
Bro, it jammed up, I was throwin', the sh*t stopped workin' and I think she was done with me
Think I'm a rapper, n*gga, come see what's up with me
If you go against us, might as well off yourself, n*gga (Grrah, grrah, boom)
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
n*gga, when I up better get out the—
I'm on that block, I was dumpin' my G, wasn't leavin' with nothin' they think I'm insane
I'm on '4th if you feelin' a way, they started throwin', went out with a bang
Bro kept on playin' like Ghost—
Bro kept on playin' like Ghost but he throwin' like Cane

[Outro: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
n*gga, when I up better get out the—
I'm on that block, I was dumpin' my G, wasn't leavin' with nothin' they think I'm insane
I'm on '4th if you feelin' a way, they started throwin', went out with a bang
Bro kept on playin' like Ghost—
Bro kept on playin' like Ghost but he throwin' like Cane
(It's the f*ckin' Sweeps, you heard?)
(b*tches get switched when they come in the spot, like, word to bro)
(Y'all know my body, you heard?)
(I'll be home, real soon)
Grrah, grrah, boom

[Part II]

[Intro: Jay Hound]
(Yo Kezzy, yo Kezzy, this sh*t got me trippin')
(Warning, this is not a drill)
(Commencing: Operation Doomsday)
(FX, turn that sh*t up)
Grrah, grrah, boom, like word to bro, n*gga
[Verse: Jay Hound & Jay5ive]
They say-they say I walk with my head down bro, I think these diamonds too heavy
If he movin' 'wokk on that block and we get down low, the 'ooter I'm with, he a lefty
He gon' dream about me, I'm like Freddy
If it's problems, you gotta address me
I heard the opps on that block, shootin' they vid', I'm lookin' like bro is you ready?
Why you askin' like bro if I'm ready? You don't gotta ask, n*gga, pull up and get me
Heard the Caine n*gga died from the 'Hill tryna get him some food, like they turned his chicken to sesame
It ain't a problem we don't got already and I'm an 'ooter so why would he test me?
Bro back to back on that block, me and S.G., I know them cops tryna come and arrest me
I'm throwin' shots from the 3, I'm like Luka
You better ask 'bout Jay5ive, I'm a shooter