[Intro]
Ghosty
[Verse 1: NitoNB]
Even without iron, man's still robbin’ (Dig that)
Me and the gang kept doing up opp block
Saw no one, don't chat about mobbin' (Nah)
It was me and the mandem plottin’
Stopping civilians, ask who's shottin' (Who's that?)
Gimme that number, give it a ring
How many times had the neighbours watchin' (How many?)
Staring, try get involved, man dare him (Dare him)
Big bruck back, man air it
Straight slug shots or it's small ball bearin' (Bow, bow)
Go through your top, man's tearin’ flesh
How can a man just firm all nineteen?
Bro came back, could’ve swore he was dead (Fuck)
Shit, should be layin' there stiff
How can he spend five bills for a stick?
Fuck, how can he then get bun?
OT, straight grub and journeys
Little bro’s out there givin' out parcels
Them days it was me and my flick knife
These times here it was Franklin & Marshall (Old school)
No way can you hold this smoke
Ain't nothin' like yours, see this one here’s harmful (Nah)
From young, man I knew what I wanted
Never inside, weren't watching no Marvel (Nah)
We took numerous trips (Bow, bow)
You can't put dirt on the gang, that'll be the loosest trizz (Nah)
And for all that talk on the net
Try know you can lose them lips (Bow)
And the mash just come like a sket
Nobody wants to leave their prints (Hell no)
They just wanna beat that bitch (Bow, bow)
Ghosty
[Verse 1: NitoNB]
Even without iron, man's still robbin’ (Dig that)
Me and the gang kept doing up opp block
Saw no one, don't chat about mobbin' (Nah)
It was me and the mandem plottin’
Stopping civilians, ask who's shottin' (Who's that?)
Gimme that number, give it a ring
How many times had the neighbours watchin' (How many?)
Staring, try get involved, man dare him (Dare him)
Big bruck back, man air it
Straight slug shots or it's small ball bearin' (Bow, bow)
Go through your top, man's tearin’ flesh
How can a man just firm all nineteen?
Bro came back, could’ve swore he was dead (Fuck)
Shit, should be layin' there stiff
How can he spend five bills for a stick?
Fuck, how can he then get bun?
OT, straight grub and journeys
Little bro’s out there givin' out parcels
Them days it was me and my flick knife
These times here it was Franklin & Marshall (Old school)
No way can you hold this smoke
Ain't nothin' like yours, see this one here’s harmful (Nah)
From young, man I knew what I wanted
Never inside, weren't watching no Marvel (Nah)
We took numerous trips (Bow, bow)
You can't put dirt on the gang, that'll be the loosest trizz (Nah)
And for all that talk on the net
Try know you can lose them lips (Bow)
And the mash just come like a sket
Nobody wants to leave their prints (Hell no)
They just wanna beat that bitch (Bow, bow)
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