might/poltergeist lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just made a band, yeah, that's true sh*t
Tell that b*tch stop playing with my bread before I lose it
I been out my body, out my head, acting stupid
n*ggas said he smoking on my deads, he too foolish (Ayo, Ian)
Hey, heard you dropped a song, that sh*t muted
I might move along to Hong Kong on some cute sh*t
I be movin' wrong, head strong, gettin' through it
Know I'm right, I've been up a thousand nights

[Chorus]
I might need an exorcist, I be seeing poltergeists
My b*tch saying "Move, get a bag", yeah I know that's right
You can't flex a b*tch I done had, yeah that sh*t slight
n*gga talking crazy then he saw me and took he flight
f*ck his b*tch? I just might, coppin' sh*t? I just might
n*ggas wanna gun fight? Shoot the block? I just might
f*ck his b*tch? I just might, coppin' sh*t? I just might
n*ggas wanna gun fight? Shoot the block? I just might
f*ck his b*tch? I just might

[Verse 2]
I can't switch I'm too real
Everytime I check my phone, label with a new deal
She gon' see me when I'm lone, that b*tch be my favorite meal
Sixteen, I was too alone, seventeen, they all kneel
See me, now they stop still
Like how the f*ck you just gon' switch up?
I been sonnin' these n*ggas like big bruh
Think he hard? Lil' n*gga, that sh*t suck
I'm appalled lil' n*gga, like Big Putt
I'm with Shawn, we puffin' on big runtz
Never on lack, keep that sh*t tuck
Got her on her back doin' di*k-ups
[Chorus]
I might need an exorcist, I be seeing poltergeists
My b*tch saying "Move, get a bag", yeah I know that's right
You can't flex a b*tch I done had, yeah that sh*t slight
n*gga talking crazy then he saw me and took he flight
f*ck his b*tch? I just might, coppin' sh*t? I just might
n*ggas wanna gun fight? Shoot the block? I just might
f*ck his b*tch? I just might, coppin' sh*t? I just might
n*ggas wanna gun fight? Shoot the block? I just might
f*ck his b*tch? I just might

[Verse 3]
With my— with my swag on like Soujia
Huh, I don't know ya, you's a ho, bruh
Huh, need a coat, yeah, I'm too froze up
Huh, f*ck that sad sh*t, get yo dough up
Huh, f*ck that sad sh*t, b*tch, I'm too silly
Huh, on my bag, need a couple milly
Huh, you's a rat b*tch, you can't hang with me
Can't be on that lame sh*t, that's the thing with me

[Chorus]
I might need an exorcist, I be seeing poltergeists
My b*tch saying "Move, get a bag", yeah I know that's right
You can't flex a b*tch I done had, yeah that sh*t slight
n*gga talking crazy then he saw me and took he flight
f*ck his b*tch? I just might, coppin' sh*t? I just might
n*ggas wanna gun fight? Shoot the block? I just might
f*ck his b*tch? I just might, f*ck his b*tch? I just might
Shoot the block? I just might
f*ck his b*tch? I just might