[Intro: Young Adz]
Nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
(Ghost Killer Track, bébé)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Adz]
Grown man, I ain't in my feelings on the 'Gram (Nah)
Slowed down, now I'm only schemin' for the fam (Yeah)
We both rap, but I ain't competin' with you, gang
Tryna cop a crib and yard so when you see me, got a tan
I'm glad you came, I felt so lonely
Glad you came, I felt so lonely (Lonely)
So glad you came (So glad you came)
Yeah, and you be snappin' what I got you, showin' people what I bought you (Yeah)
All your hatin' cousins better watch the way I spoil you (Yeah)
All them jealous bitches that was hopin' that you leave
Hope they see them diamonds on you and it makes them weak
'Cah your friend got a man that beats her up and fuckin' cheats (How?)
But tryna give my lady advice, she got a cheek
Toast to them bitches, toast to them niggas (Yeah)
Not a tweet, driving lessons, hundred grand Jeep (Ski, ski, ski)

[Chorus: Young Adz]
Fast car like Lewis Ham', Ham', Ham' (Ha)
Thirty-two degrees, golden tan, tan, tan (Aha)
I think I'm your number one fan, fan, fan (Aha)
How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang? (Aha)
Two hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn
So elegant and still gang, gang, gang
So elegant and still gang, gang (Ski)
Don't worry 'bout your ex (Ski)
No nigga fuck my lady but me, that's my biggest flex
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