[Hook -Erick Arc Elliot]
Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a look
Nigga never ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's Louis Vuitton, too
[Verse 1: Gh0st]
Any chick wanna fuck?
Holla at death
Tell em you need spirit to get into ya flesh, And if ya man is around
I dont give a fuck
Real talk girl im only here to put it down
(Huh)
You need that kitty ate?
(Yeah)
You already ill eat ya dinner plate
A haunted house flick, Girl ill make you levitate
Tryna fuck with me ill have the whole earth quake
Ya legs shake
Back break, oh shit, yes, smokin mo spliffs
Vortex baby move ya body with the motion
We high off this potent (chronic)
Fuck a few hours not a beast she said im modest
Get into her neck she suckin like a throat lozenge
Her man tryna act up, but he ain't got talent
Full of piss & vinegar nigga you need a balance of
Military goons and big guns to diminish me
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yeah its the Gh0st ona track
Got some weed and a dutch
Gotta couple pretty bitches back, no lean in my cup
But im sippin' on some
Shiit and it got me feelin numb I probably reached to far
And grabbed the novacane
Its for the bitches so they handle lockjaw pain
Pour up me a cup of something thatll get me fucked up
Or just get a nigga bottles im tired of sippin' slow
Im goin all in, but no casino droppin chips
I got the muchies muthafucka id rather drop off ya bitch
But the beat is (boss) and she just wanna mobb
Cause she tried of you nigga actin like ya fuckin awesome
Ya ice ain't frosted
Barely even glistening
Listening to the lyrics is better while you envision it
So close ya eyes n listen
Vibe to the rhythm
Young muthafuckas comin out the woods nigga
Lived in the city
Heard a couple thangs pop
Had a gun pulled on me but he never took the shot, thank god
Mistakin identity, thought I was crippin
Aimed down his sights, but his target was missin
Gun back on his hip n he went on his way
My moms found out we moved out that day
And niggas in cov stay actin goons
Until a real nigga make move
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Made some music for the pussy
Now she fuck with a nigga, white bitch, big tits
Got my dick on hard
Already knew she hadda ass, Yet I failed to explain
I can't fuck with a twig you gonna you feel my pain
Ass flat D slap cheeks, im about to blow
Nah im playin ass so flat it feel like stone
If you that type then sorry baby girl I really have to go
I needa chick I know can throw it back, beggin fa the most
Overflow, im playin pussy killa in background
222 came on She lovin that sound
Having second thoughts about the way she wanna fuck me
Im down for w.e quick licks make her love me
As long she doesnt love me
Start callin me her hubby
Acting all crazy
Probably wanna have a baby
Im not feeling long term, unless we fuckin ona daily
I told you the 1st time girl stop actin like you hate me, haa
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
Revisit 1st verse talkin to the niggas
Y full of piss & vinegar nigga you need a balance of military goons and big guns to diminish me
Cause words will never really get to me
Talking like goons but yo squad, really ain't shit to me
Idgaf you won't do shit to me
Mentally physically lyrically nigga please
Threat to ya vitals
They said im blossomin psycho
From pain that was spreading just like its a virus
Look at my iris
See pain thats still hiding but please dont remind me
Or death is untimely the reaper my nigga
Packin a Glock or a scythe to fuck with ya
But talkin immortal he thru rip ya torso consuming ya soul while im fuckin ya board
Oh
Shit
Bitch nigga now you mad
Idgaf bitch nigga betta get back
For he get smack, treat em like a ho
Slick back
No boondocks but the pimp hand like katt haha
Fuck it tho im gettin back to it
Haven't made a track
Fell off
But Gettin back to it
Workin on the craft to ensure
A nigga not losin
Chillin smokin hella blunts
While these rappers rappin foolish