The ghost might disappear like it was magic
I can't fall in love with hoes cause that shit tragic
I might watch her add it up then I subtract it
I'm smoking so much purp, I turn to ashes
I leave that hoe on read just like a passage
Wait, I read her like a book, I think she hatchet
I might clank him in his head with the ratchet
I told that bitch to close her phone like a caption
She get to popping her lil pussy, automatic
Bitch, I'm a shooting star, I think I'm Patrick
I just popped a f*cking perc, I feel fantastic
And she think I'm boutta die cause she dramatic
And I'm with lil Londyn
I can't sing, so bitch I'm humming
We got money counters, ain't no thumbing
Just left the trap cause they was coming
I heard you sold your soul for a hundred
Back to selling drugs, illegal funding
I'm bout to kill this game like I was hunting
I just put them hoes on percs and now they tonguing
I know I am the realist, ain't no fronting
Bitch, I don't need a strap, my niggas gunning
I just popped a f*cking xan, I can't do nothing
But if I pop some molly then I'm jumping
Sucking on my dick I press record
I play her like 2K, when I get bored
I know my brother God, but I'm Skylord
I know she see the light and she come to it
I cut that lil girl head just with a sword
Then I solve her like a problem on the board
I'm smoking all this gas, you can't afford
I don't ever have to walk cause I just soared
I will never spill the lean when I pour it
And Im chasing every dollar like a horde
Londyn passed the ball and I just scored
I might hit the kill switch, not talking cord
If them people hit the spot then I abort
I just killed the rap game, now I play sports
Told my girl I'm on the run, I don't do court
Then she tried to spend the night and build a fort
But I called that bitch a Uber to the port
Then I go and swipe my card like a report
Mix the molly with the xan, no need to sort
Then I go and sip that Lean by the quart
Vacation to the sky like a resort
Imma climb up to the top, I can't fall short
And I know my brothers got me with support
Then I ship these f*cking drugs like a deport
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The ghost might disappear like it was magic
I can't fall in love with hoes cause that shit tragic
I might watch her add it up then I subtract it
I'm smoking so much purp, I turn to ashes
I leave that hoe on read just like a passage
Wait, I read her like a book, I think she hatchet
I might clank him in his head with the ratchet
I told that bitch to close her phone like a caption
She get to popping her lil pussy, automatic
Bitch, I'm a shooting star, I think I'm Patrick
I just popped a f*cking perc, I feel fantastic
And she think I'm boutta die cause she dramatic
And I'm with lil Londyn
I can't sing, so bitch I'm humming
We got money counters, ain't no thumbing
Just left the trap cause they was coming
I heard you sold your soul for a hundred
Back to selling drugs, illegal funding
I'm bout to kill this game like I was hunting
I just put them hoes on percs and now they tonguing
I know I am the realist, ain't no fronting
Bitch, I don't need a strap, my niggas gunning
I just popped a f*cking xan, I can't do nothing
But if I pop some molly then I'm jumping
Sucking on my dick I press record
I play her like 2K, when I get bored
I know my brother God, but I'm Skylord
I know she see the light and she come to it
I cut that lil girl head just with a sword
Then I solve her like a problem on the board
I'm smoking all this gas, you can't afford
I don't ever have to walk cause I just soared
I will never spill the lean when I pour it
And Im chasing every dollar like a horde
Londyn passed the ball and I just scored
I might hit the kill switch, not talking cord
If them people hit the spot then I abort
I just killed the rap game, now I play sports
Told my girl I'm on the run, I don't do court
Then she tried to spend the night and build a fort
But I called that bitch a Uber to the port
Then I go and swipe my card like a report
Mix the molly with the xan, no need to sort
Then I go and sip that Lean by the quart
Vacation to the sky like a resort
Imma climb up to the top, I can't fall short
And I know my brothers got me with support
Then I ship these f*cking drugs like a deport
I can't fall in love with hoes cause that shit tragic
I might watch her add it up then I subtract it
I'm smoking so much purp, I turn to ashes
I leave that hoe on read just like a passage
Wait, I read her like a book, I think she hatchet
I might clank him in his head with the ratchet
I told that bitch to close her phone like a caption
She get to popping her lil pussy, automatic
Bitch, I'm a shooting star, I think I'm Patrick
I just popped a f*cking perc, I feel fantastic
And she think I'm boutta die cause she dramatic
And I'm with lil Londyn
I can't sing, so bitch I'm humming
We got money counters, ain't no thumbing
Just left the trap cause they was coming
I heard you sold your soul for a hundred
Back to selling drugs, illegal funding
I'm bout to kill this game like I was hunting
I just put them hoes on percs and now they tonguing
I know I am the realist, ain't no fronting
Bitch, I don't need a strap, my niggas gunning
I just popped a f*cking xan, I can't do nothing
But if I pop some molly then I'm jumping
Sucking on my dick I press record
I play her like 2K, when I get bored
I know my brother God, but I'm Skylord
I know she see the light and she come to it
I cut that lil girl head just with a sword
Then I solve her like a problem on the board
I'm smoking all this gas, you can't afford
I don't ever have to walk cause I just soared
I will never spill the lean when I pour it
And Im chasing every dollar like a horde
Londyn passed the ball and I just scored
I might hit the kill switch, not talking cord
If them people hit the spot then I abort
I just killed the rap game, now I play sports
Told my girl I'm on the run, I don't do court
Then she tried to spend the night and build a fort
But I called that bitch a Uber to the port
Then I go and swipe my card like a report
Mix the molly with the xan, no need to sort
Then I go and sip that Lean by the quart
Vacation to the sky like a resort
Imma climb up to the top, I can't fall short
And I know my brothers got me with support
Then I ship these f*cking drugs like a deport
Writer: Todd Johnson
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