Ghost (Original) - Intellectual

[Intro: Trippie Redd]

(Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Why the fuck you hesitant? (Yeah)

Yeah, gang (Woo)

(Phew, phew)

Somebody call PETA (Yeah)

Somebody call— (Yeah)

Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)

Gang

Abuse the bitch niggas (Woo)

Abuse the bitch niggas (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)

Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)

I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no

Pour a motherfuckin' four, four

Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost

I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up

Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh

In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah

If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah

Hoes, hoes, niggas hoes, yeah

You a friend or a foe? Let me know, know

Slam my door

Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door

There ain't no feds ain't swinging my door, uh

Yeah, for sure

Count my dough, yeah

She gon' smoke my dope, yeah

This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah

Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah

This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah

Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris King]

These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)

Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)

I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no

Pour a motherfuckin' four, four

Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost

I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast (Snot, hah)

[Verse 2: Chris King]

Pullin' out choppers, burnin' up dope

Beatin' her box, dick in her throat

Got this brick off the dock, it was straight off the boat

I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope

We still pickin' locks, you doin' it wrong

We kickin' in doors, like, is anyone home?

Knock the dreadlocks off the top of his dome (Blatt)

I grip the chrome, nigga, you use Google Chrome

Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone

Put him in the plot like the scene is yours

And this brick as old as a dinosaur (Old)

And this chopper loud as an Aventador (Hah)

I'm with the bullshit something like a matador

Empty the full clips 'til the opposition headed off (Blatt)

Bad bitches and they always wanna tag along

Couple bands on the wrist and I ain't brag at all (Nah)

You feeling giant, then I make your bodybag tall

My niggas slide in minivans or a damn foreign (Slide)

I get too high and I ain't scared of the damn fall

We slanging iron, we ain't fuckin' with the damn laws

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)

Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)

I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no

Pour a motherfuckin' four, four

Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost

I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast