Letras
Ghost on the beat, I got more than what you see
And 'em cops shot an opp, guess that's better off than me
Get 'em, if I shoot this shit you know that Bleed killed 'em
Tell 'em this is bleedism, run up with a blade like I'm Ghostface
No case, I can turn a fuckboy to a cold case
He said he want smoke, I got the blunt laced
If you got them red's, we gon' check it like a North Face
Hit him with a shotty, took his whole face, put him in a cold place
Born to the dirt, had to fight for what we need
Brand-new AR, feel like Sharon, tryna give him .223s
Congregation give his presence, this is bleedism speakers
But we're routine while they scream, they just run from the Ghostface
No place, will be safe to hide from this cold fate
Stick 'em in they rib cage with the whole blade
Dirty's with the red's, I got 'em lined up on they whole gang
Now they ladies showing off a throw game
Turnin' in his cold grave