[Intro: Celis]

Celis

Yo Ghost, watch out for these snakes bruh

These haters out here scheming

Keep your eyes open and your grass low

Feel me?

[Chorus: MoB Ghost & Celis]

Who the fuck is this? (Who is it?)

Creepin round my house, it's 3:46 (Get 'em)

I just hoping the neighbors is looking for the pit (They better)

Cause if not my Draco gun a make your melon split (Bow)

Cold day in hell if you think Ima miss (I won't)

Who the fuck is this? (Who is it?)

Creepin round my door, it's 3:56 (Get 'em)

Looks like he got the steel, he about feel the seven-six (What)

Cold day in hell if you think Ima miss (Never)

[Verse 1: MoB Ghost]

Got yo girl and she won't hop off my dick

Shе just a fan only cause a nigga got to hit

Fuck her on camera shе wanna make a flick

Put it on only fans she made twenty bands

Off a tips back to the trap, I'm on some other shit

Circle round the block in case these feds watching

If these pigs stopping bodies will be dropping

With all these guns popping, no way Ima go to jail

Rather go to hell, I don't give a fuck, never gave a damn

Ima just roll up a blunt then sip some Hen

Shorty on Snap, Ima slide in her DMs

She a good girl, but, got a lot of friends

[Bridge: Celis]

Niggas, plotting

On every move I make cause they be, watching

Guess they mad I am and they ain't, popping

With the flow you niggas I am, mopping

Wit me it ain't no stopping

[Verse 2: Celis]

I'm they guilty pleasure, haters like to watch me from the sideline

Never share but viewing all my content from they timeline

Study all my moves class in session give 'em guidelines

On another level boy a nigga in his prime, I'm

Spitting fire like what you feel from your gas stove

An asshole, quick to fuck bitches up in a flash yo

I'll pass though, wifing you up, that's just a hassle

I'll probably hit it then jet son, just call me Astro

Got 'em hanging on my a thread, treat 'em like tassels

My grass low, haters like watching me from a glass bowl

Don't pass go, counting my money don't even ask yo

This play dough it ain't no telling how much money he has bro

I get it, nah fuck it already got it

To the victor go all the spoils my shit is rotted

My pockets knotted, what you niggas gon' do about it?

You claiming you gon' pull up on me, I highly doubt it

I'm never stressing, Smith & Wesson will keep 'em guessing

Let it be a lesson to any nigga who need addressing

Ain't the one for testing, move it along and keep it pressing

Don't wanna get shot over nothing that shit depressing

[Chorus: MoB Ghost & Celis]

Who the fuck is this? (Who is it?)

Creepin round my house, it's 3:46 (Get 'em)

I just hoping the neighbors is looking for the pit (They better)

Cause if not my Draco gun a make your melon split (Bow)

Cold day in hell if you think Ima miss (I won't)

Who the fuck is this? (Who is it?)

Creepin round my door, it's 3:56 (Get 'em)

Looks like he got the steel, he about feel the seven-six (What)

Cold day in hell if you think Ima miss (Never)