[Intro]

Two, two, yeah

Two, two, two, yeah

Two, two, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, two, two, yeah

Oh shit! It's that vibe right here

Shit, I love it

[Verse]

Shouldda been done wit' it but I'm so dumb wit' it

You can pick a rapper then tell him to come get it

Put somethin' in sun fitted, funky like sun shitted

Supposed to be gangstas but they actin' like dumb bitches

Man, got a pound of jungle boys, and my lungs with it

Shout out to Fife, use the beat and have fun wit' it

I'm gon' run wit' it like [?] in a cop chase

You a piece of shit, I outta spit in your [?] face

If you hear me on the stereo, I'm like hood, I'm scenario (I lay buckshots)

Used sell dope on the block, lay buckshot

Smith and Wesson, holdin' a Smith and Wesson

If I can't shoot it out, I'ma teach you a different lesson

Listen up, that's a hawk in your big intestine

Excuse I, I mean the large one (excuse I)

You a piece of shit, matter fact, a large one

These niggas is so dumb, they know that it's redrum when the Ghost come

I just dumped a fifty in a clip and that bitch ready to burn, that's a smoke gun

Now, if you wanna see a smokin' gun or get choked, man, you must be on coke, son

I could do the favor for you 'cause the lasers on the mother fuckin' scope won [?]

Ghost

[Outro]

Ghost

Two, two, two

Yeah, yeah, two, two, two

Ghost, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ghost

Two, two, two