Hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Gho-o-o-st yeah yeah
Gho-o-o-st
Yeah yeah
Just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
I've been finessing
Everybody know that they trying to invest in
Praying for my downfall, yeah they hella hatin
Yeah they evil be, role playing like satan
Hit them with the rounds, send they ass down to Clayton
Now I'm round running around town
You kidding all the time you just a clown
I tryna to shoot my shot yeah i f*cking tried it
Now I'm going home, i had to recite it
I won't lose her lose her yeah,ill try to keep her
If its for the best ill leave her
Shawty puttin in work she says her knees hurt
But she still puttin in work
Yeah yeah yeah
I wanna relax
Sitting by the porch, by the pool counting racks
I don't want your shit lil nigga that boof pack
I got yah hoe at my crib i broke her back
But
She just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
Hit it from back and and i do it like that
And i got mama screaming yeah yeah
Play with the kitty you know that i did it
And i got mama freaking yeah yeah
Bend up her back and i put that ass up
And i got mama screaming yeah yeah
I asked her if she wanted round two
She said yeah yeah yeah
I just want her for lunch
She said she finna gimme one kiss, i want a bunch
F*ck all the bull shit sloppy just for fun
She said she finna gimme that shit, yeah for fun
But
She just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hundreds of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
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Hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Gho-o-o-st yeah yeah
Gho-o-o-st
Yeah yeah
Just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
I've been finessing
Everybody know that they trying to invest in
Praying for my downfall, yeah they hella hatin
Yeah they evil be, role playing like satan
Hit them with the rounds, send they ass down to Clayton
Now I'm round running around town
You kidding all the time you just a clown
I tryna to shoot my shot yeah i f*cking tried it
Now I'm going home, i had to recite it
I won't lose her lose her yeah,ill try to keep her
If its for the best ill leave her
Shawty puttin in work she says her knees hurt
But she still puttin in work
Yeah yeah yeah
I wanna relax
Sitting by the porch, by the pool counting racks
I don't want your shit lil nigga that boof pack
I got yah hoe at my crib i broke her back
But
She just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
Hit it from back and and i do it like that
And i got mama screaming yeah yeah
Play with the kitty you know that i did it
And i got mama freaking yeah yeah
Bend up her back and i put that ass up
And i got mama screaming yeah yeah
I asked her if she wanted round two
She said yeah yeah yeah
I just want her for lunch
She said she finna gimme one kiss, i want a bunch
F*ck all the bull shit sloppy just for fun
She said she finna gimme that shit, yeah for fun
But
She just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hundreds of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
Gho-o-o-st yeah yeah
Gho-o-o-st
Yeah yeah
Just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
I've been finessing
Everybody know that they trying to invest in
Praying for my downfall, yeah they hella hatin
Yeah they evil be, role playing like satan
Hit them with the rounds, send they ass down to Clayton
Now I'm round running around town
You kidding all the time you just a clown
I tryna to shoot my shot yeah i f*cking tried it
Now I'm going home, i had to recite it
I won't lose her lose her yeah,ill try to keep her
If its for the best ill leave her
Shawty puttin in work she says her knees hurt
But she still puttin in work
Yeah yeah yeah
I wanna relax
Sitting by the porch, by the pool counting racks
I don't want your shit lil nigga that boof pack
I got yah hoe at my crib i broke her back
But
She just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
Hit it from back and and i do it like that
And i got mama screaming yeah yeah
Play with the kitty you know that i did it
And i got mama freaking yeah yeah
Bend up her back and i put that ass up
And i got mama screaming yeah yeah
I asked her if she wanted round two
She said yeah yeah yeah
I just want her for lunch
She said she finna gimme one kiss, i want a bunch
F*ck all the bull shit sloppy just for fun
She said she finna gimme that shit, yeah for fun
But
She just tryna f*ck she low key trippin
I gotta get up and get to kickin
I gotta live up to what I'm missin
Get hundreds of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don't get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my wrist, it low key fro-o-o-ze
I keep my real ones very clo-o-o-se
Writer: roheim ambersley
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