GhostWriter lyrics

I got sideshow di*k
b*tches ghost ride it
A n*gga took my whole flow
I'm a Ghostwriter
I got a boot in my fur coat
Flo-Rida
I'm in this sh*t head first
Like a nose diver
I'm in this sh*t all the way
I need a scuba suit
My circle small
You could fit us in a hula hoop
f*ck a truce
Pulling up in that bulletproof
A n*gga diss me on a song trynna get a boost
A n*gga diss me on a song trynna get some views
I ain't even gotta rap
Got too many blues
I'm a dream chaser
R.I.P to Lil' Snupe
Whole team suited up
Like we finna hoop
I'm a first string player
You a benchrider
Only n*gga went pro
Without di*kridin
Nerd n*ggas hating on me
Cause they b*tch like it
When they cut the lights off
b*tch I'm still shining
n*ggas try to knock mе down
But I'm still standing
Used to work at Mickey D's
Now I'm Big Macin'
Alot of b*tches want my kids
I ain't Nick Cannon
Hit a b*tch
Hut, Hut
Pull a Rich Gannon
Hit thе mall
Hella bags like I'm school shopping
Left wrist, Right wrist
Rocking two watches
Make the yacht look good
Got em' hood hopping
Feel like Big Poppa
b*tch I been popping
I could buy a b*tch a Birk
But that ain't me
I threw the tints on the bus
Now I can't see
Just gave a hundred to a bum b*tch
I ain't cheap
I ain't even gotta drive
Feel like Jay-Z
I be cutting hoes off
I don't kiss asses
Broke n*ggas think they rich
When they get taxes
When it come to making flips
I know gymnastics
Pay 200 for a cut
That's the b*tch lashes
We ain't funkin over hoes
Cause that sh*t backwards
If a n*gga hit my b*tch
f*ck it
sh*t happens
b*tch I'm signed to myself
Ya'll can quit asking
b*tch I'm signed to myself
Ya'll can quit asking
b*tch