GFTO ​ghosty punk (Ft. NOUĂ UNȘPE & VXLT)

[Intro: ghosty punk]
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours (Mm-mm-mm, yeah, uh)
Hundred bands (Uh, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1 : ghosty punk]
I just wanna break shit
Got another car up in the driveway
When they do two, three shots like they don't miss (Pow-pow)
I ain't never bettin' on a high stake
Couldn't you wanna get a little Christian Dior
They don't really make 'em like this anymore
Run it like a three-point shot at the core
Does anybody make real shit anymore?
Don't know, ask daddy
Pity, got caught with an addy
Cuts on my body like a rapper with a xanny
Sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
She wanna fuck me over but she call me daddy
High like a jet, I'm fly as fuck
This bitch on my dick, she bad as fuck
Pull up in a clown car, honk honk, that's a real bad bitch
If you wanna get the fuck out my—

[Chorus: ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)