[Intro]

Hear ye, hear ye

Yes sir

Got my dog Lil Wyte in the house

Lil Wyte!

You dig it? Then dig this shit

He gon' tell you how we do it in Memphis city streets

Fraiyser Bay Area

Ghost ride a lil' bit out there

[Chorus]

I ghost ride the whip, always syrup sip

Ridin' through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin' colours ridin' high and gotta piss

Twenty sixs flickin', so you know that I'm the shit

I ghost ride the whip, always syrup sip

Ridin' through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin' colours ridin' high and gotta piss

Twenty sixs flickin', so you know that I'm the shit

[Verse 1]

I ghost ride the whip, I jump out the car and flick

It's easier to do it with Lamborghini doors on ya shit

TV screens? Nope, but an over $50000 studio

What was I thinkin'? I only paid $700 fo' it

Make a track in the back while I crack another seal

Show no slack with that yak pass the blunt and give me pills

It's two pints of syrup in the mini fridge sittin' on chill

And a sprite and ice dispencer right beside the steering wheel

I drank that drank and smoke that dank with a real bad bitch

Bendin' through the hood to be exact we on twenty six

Inches sittin' high, haters sick when I ride by

That's why I keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try

[Chorus]

I ghost ride the whip, always syrup sip

Ridin' through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin' colours ridin' high and gotta piss

Twenty sixs flickin', so you know that I'm the shit

I ghost ride the whip, always syrup sip

Ridin' through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin' colours ridin' high and gotta piss

Twenty sixs flickin', so you know that I'm the shit

[Verse 2]

I'm screwed up like a motherfucker, my mind's sittin' on easy street

Ghost ridin' the whip sittin' high rollin' up the greenery

Tell me can you stop the colours from flippin' on the scenery

Bangin' so hard you feelin' me way before you even seein' me

I got that thang cocked it's stashed but not far out of reach from me

Get wrong and I'll put some knots on yo' door like a peaches seed

Then run home to yo' momma and holla Lil Wyte been bein' mean to me

But I'm gone mothafucka, I had to mash out there's plenty more streets to creep

The Bay Area and bitch we keep big stacks of that stinkery

I sip syrup motherfucker and don't really care what you think of me

A bad blonde broad beamin' up my charm and my pinky ring

She's wearin' a skirt and through the rear view mirror I can see her thingy thing

[Chorus]

I ghost ride the whip, always syrup sip

Ridin' through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin' colours ridin' high and gotta piss

Twenty sixs flickin', so you know that I'm the shit

I ghost ride the whip, always syrup sip

Ridin' through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin' colours ridin' high and gotta piss

Twenty sixs flickin', so you know that I'm the shit