[Chorus]

Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit

Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit

They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit

Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch

Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it

Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him

How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit

Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list

[Verse 1]

We did what's his name so dirty i know that nigga still pissed

They sent some niggas on my block i sent they ass right to a ditch

Im like JR with that AR and im Leeke with that stick

Bitch im feelin real creep tell them crackas free Nick

Nigga you could lose yo life just for hoppin on a diss

Lareno know that he bitch what type of nigga diss a jit

Ain't have that same еnergy when he got shot all in his shit

Hе was all on flo talking bout 'aw bro im hit'

I done been outside niggas house so long i fell asleep

I done shot so many niggas i pray the lord my soul to keep

I ain't the type to rob cuz you move wrong then a nigga rest in peace

We'll smoke yo O.G. turn that boy to O.G

[Chorus]

Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit

Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit

They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit

Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch

Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it

Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him

How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit

Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list

[Verse 2]

I don't trust niggas

If you ain't tryna drill nigga i can't fuck with you

How you smoking all these opps and you ain't did no spinning

People send you the drop you send it right to us nigga

We the ones do the killing

But that's a topic for another day

Big Whop still gon slang that K

I don't give a fuck about rappin nigga i'll catch a case

Still be in them cars tryna spin like i ain't move outta state

Bout Meech these niggas gon die and im rockin out bout my No Face

Step foot on my block you won't go 8 (Trey D)

We be fucking all these bitches we know where all these hoes stay

Soon as she post yo ass we comin to that hoe place

Catch you walking down the stairs blahh close clase

Nigga do you wanna die ask yo self

All my niggas know is homicides nigga we death

You still gon post on brooklyn like they ain't leave Pete there

Free Curt i know he hurt i hate when opps be in jail (free the opps)

[Chorus]

Im with ghost we on that creep shit that where you sleep shit

Put a nigga on a tee shit that R.I.P shit

They thought dawg was a killa it look like he quit

Ain't no time on get back its forever beef bitch

Only spin fast on these tracks might as well preach it

Took lil gang on his first drill ima have to teach him

How to run down on a nigga and make sure he don't see shit

Caught him slipping now he's just another name on my list