[ Featuring JJARED, DBP Records ]
Real goth hitta, Stayin' that way
Run up on my niggas then It's gonna be a bad day
Called up lil bro for the low then the racks came
Bricks up in my bag, came home, got a backache
School bus in my bio on snapchat
Dots to his head. blow a hole through his snapback
School bus in my bio on snapchat
Dots to his head. blow a hole through his snapback
Niggas wanna kill me, Get in line
I spent 50 on this 50 and It's going through your spine
Pretty lil bitch with the thighs
Yeah she singin' my lines and she doin' them lines
Dissin on Lil Rage then we comin' for your life
Internet niggas ain't bad. they just type
Came a long way from scamming on skype
Just hide up inside cause I'm waitin' outside
How you on road but you always online
Got me fried
I'm high
I just want the money not the hoes
F*ck their fake goals
Got put in a joint
Died on ket like he overdosed
I caught in front of his hoe (dead)
I caught and I gave him four
I heard in jail he dropped the soap (faggot)
Is that why he jumped off road
Always circling their block like a (aye)
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a ghost
They keep on lying cause they got no goals
Circlin' their block like a (aye)
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a (aye)
Don't give a f*ck about bitches
I'm running up racks and I'm counting up riches
I'm f*cking on opps and I'm rolling a blunt
Baby daddy? No, He ain't my son
I'm so hot I'm as hot as the sun
Bring a bazooka yeah f*ck about guns
I move fast but I do not run
F*ck about hoes yeah these bitches gon' front
Bitching on this and they bitching on that
I'ma pull out the gat I'ma f*ck on they ass
I'ma F*ck about Nash I'ma pull out the strap
And they bitching about me but you know this song slap
I'ma circle their block and I'll take opps on walks
I will f*ck on your block
F*ck on a thot
What do I do to bitches? Ghost
Always circling their block like a
If I shoot him in the face
Then I gotta do the race
Got me feeling like Tay when I pull out this kay
They're all running in a flock when I pull out this Glock
Shoot him up, he's in shock
It's your time, stop your clock
Free my guys that are locked
I won't stop till they're free
I got a baddie on me and you know she's a freak
F*ck with me, pay your fee
Yeah I got 223s
And I'm sliding in a Jeep
Tryna put your ass to sleep (Turn you pack)
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a ghost
They keep on lying cause they got no goals
Circlin' their block like a (aye)
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a ghost
Circlin' their block like a (aye)
