Letras
Ghosty
Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga
It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt)
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through
Hang out the roof with a Draco
Back from the Yams' and the case closed
Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off
Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here)
No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll
Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O
He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for?
Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here)
Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle
Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny
Gang in the spot, get deady on deady
Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty
Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi)
Buss your piñata, open your māthā
Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā)
Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley
If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields, or I'm up in Garvey
30 clip, that mean hella bodies
Spin ya hood and kill anybody
If he missing, the medics got him
He ain't dead but we paralyzed him
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Getting money off the zelle
In and out her like a deli
Free that nigga Skrelly
Put a bullet in his belly
BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy
We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin'
See him slipping, I'ma dump it
Kill a nigga then we dump him
Throw his body in a dumpster
Spin through like, "Aye"
He moving wocky, get shot in the face
I heard they dropping the rakes
Well, we got the addy and we on the way
Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em
Purge with burners, it's a murder
Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt
They got his face prints on a shirt
Hop out, strap drawn, head tap
Try to run, he ain't get that far (he ain't get that far)
Spin through, two shooters, one driver
We gon' kill that boy (we gon' kill that boy)
We gon' bend that block, we gon'
You gon' hear that noise (you gon' hear that shit)
All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots
Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga)
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn
Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here)
Fishbowl try spin that block
Gang gang gon' swiss that car
Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted
Lawyer gon' spank that charge
Hanging out, all black Suburbans
Blicky gon' hit that target
Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky
Free Kodak Black
Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty
Gang