Lyrics
Ghosty
I'ma get you high today 'cause it's Friday
You ain't got no job
And you ain't got shit to do
On a Friday, shit gets smokey
Whip yola, I'm using ice cubes (Craig)
We were them boys in the hood
I ain't a baby boy no more
But the young boys make the young boys do it on typhoons (More)
Tryna get paid in full and rake it all, splash man, no firings (Ching)
Went on a move with bro for some crow
So I brought it (Brought it)
The move went wrong tryna hit that
belly, so man had to abort it (Abort it)
Pack come fat like Rasputia
Freeze like Medusa, I left like Norbit
Gyal sink in your back at your bit
Don't like talkin', B, I won't force it
Sparks in the air like Jordan
Do it on my ones, I don't need no forces (No)
GCSE in the streets, class A-level high, no courses
Blast his pole, that's casket closed,
I'ma laugh at them fools and horses
Forward do it, no pauses
White flash, no cam or torches
I ain't tryna cause up a fuss or cuss but I see you S two times
Just spell it, you will understand them lines
Young boy in the pub and he's giving
out tickets but he ain't issuing fines (No)
You can't intercept this con,
he's in his prime, I'll do it and sign it (Sign that)
Stepped to the A on my J
In Armani, I'm still takin' risk (Take it)
Made man bow on the mains,
it's true my religion but I'll never snitch (Never)
He was tryna act all hardy,
lick him in his head, now he ain't on shit (Wagwan now?)
I ain't ever owned a Ferrari,
only the one that's stamped on a brick (Yola)
I ain't cars that's doing collisions,
corn from the Smithen that's doing up crash (Blaa)
Can't lie, I'm a deadbeat dad, rizz that baby, done it and dash (Skrr)
He said he's on eye like lash
Next ting, I was in the bin like trash
This .40 ain't got a whistle, I use a potato to shh that mash (Shh)