[Intro]
(Damn it, Homi, I'm comin' up)
[Verse 1: Baby Ghost]
Bitch say she feelin' me but ain't even never touch me
I like bitches with fat asses that be kinda ugly
Yeah, bitch, I'm kinda slow, so you better not rush me
You might as well cut off your hands if you try to punch me
This ain't the same Glock, this a new fully with a different button
Bitch, I ain't lyin', I'll take a bitch and turn her up for real
Before this day over, I'm tryna pop like twelve pills
If murder was a sport, I'd average like three kills
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about no gun, you gon' die with it
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about your son, you can die with him
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
7.62s 'cross his body like he Iverson
High as hell, itchin' off them Percs like I took niacin
Told my white boy them pills fake, he still buyin' 'em
Only a bad bitch can say she fucked me or I'm denyin' it
Okay, them boys scared of Ghost, but I'm the grim reaper
Let the switchy off into a crowd and I hit ten people
Fap, fap, fap, frrat, that's how that bitch sound
Every time I pop another Perky, know I beat down
Let's hit the road, I'm tryna make a hundred off that hick town
I know a cheap killer, you want a nigga dead? Give me six thou'
(Damn it, Homi, I'm comin' up)
[Verse 1: Baby Ghost]
Bitch say she feelin' me but ain't even never touch me
I like bitches with fat asses that be kinda ugly
Yeah, bitch, I'm kinda slow, so you better not rush me
You might as well cut off your hands if you try to punch me
This ain't the same Glock, this a new fully with a different button
Bitch, I ain't lyin', I'll take a bitch and turn her up for real
Before this day over, I'm tryna pop like twelve pills
If murder was a sport, I'd average like three kills
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about no gun, you gon' die with it
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about your son, you can die with him
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
7.62s 'cross his body like he Iverson
High as hell, itchin' off them Percs like I took niacin
Told my white boy them pills fake, he still buyin' 'em
Only a bad bitch can say she fucked me or I'm denyin' it
Okay, them boys scared of Ghost, but I'm the grim reaper
Let the switchy off into a crowd and I hit ten people
Fap, fap, fap, frrat, that's how that bitch sound
Every time I pop another Perky, know I beat down
Let's hit the road, I'm tryna make a hundred off that hick town
I know a cheap killer, you want a nigga dead? Give me six thou'
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