Ghosted lyrics

[Intro]
Ike, shiro
Nine-seven

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Yeah, I cannot f*ck with the fake sh*t, yeah
Brand new Bimmer, hit a lane switch (skrr skrr)
Your b*tch got me on her playlist (on her playlist)
I put four grams in a wood and I face it
Pew

[Post-Chorus: Henrick]
Till the lean get in
Trap phone trippin' till the [lean get in?]
(gring, gring)
Me and Sketchy chillin', rockin' Skechers (rockin' Skechers)
Dripping on these n*ggas when we rockin' these Margielas (walkin on Margielas, aye)

[Verse 1: Henrick]
All these kids on dabs, stu' kid while you stay on the block
Bad b*tch while you stay off the block, huh
All these n*ggas checkin', stu' b*tch while I'm playin' chess
All these n*ggas while you playin' lame
Stu' b*tch while you off of a Xan
Bad b*tch, we got a flight to Japan
[Verse 2: Hella Sketchy]
Keep a suppressor gun right on my dresser, aye
These hoes on my treasure but they just get pleasure, aye
Yeah, my life that I'm living, I've never lived better, yeah yeah
Yeah, Louis the bag and Gucci the leather
Dope got me flying, feel like Peter Pan
b*tch I'm seventeen, and I've been getting bands
Think you know me, but you don't even understand
Put the drop in the Fanta, woah, I can't stand, woah

[Verse 3: Henrick]
Put the drop in the Fanta
Me and my n*ggas going ghost, Danny Phantom
Pull up in a Ghost when we pull up where we go ooh
f*ck up on your b*tch, we f*cking whatever hoe
n*gga dirty, n*gga you
Plus I'm from South, [?] Texas
[?]
Playing football, bringing 'em out
Four rings, f*cking your b*tch
Feeling her sh*t, [?]
She feeling herself, touching her body, [?] f*cking herself, ooh
Bad b*tch off a [?]
When I shoot my shot, I be dancing ooh
All these hoes shaking all them ass
Dashed off, ooh
Me and Danny Phantom, we the same thing, ooh ooh
All my n*ggas ghosts
We [?]
Smack up on your b*tch
When we blow this sh*t [?]
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Yeah, I cannot f*ck with the fake sh*t, yeah
Brand new Bimmer, hit a lane switch (skrr skrr)
Your b*tch got me on her playlist (on her playlist)
I put four grams in a wood and I face it
Pew

[Post-Chorus: Henrick]
Till the lean get in
Trap phone trippin' till the [lean get in?]
(gring, gring)
Me and Sketchy chillin', rockin' Skechers (rockin' Skechers)
Dripping on these n*ggas, when we rockin' these Margielas (walkin on Margielas, aye)