3 Ghostie (Ft. Sybyr)

[Intro: Ghostie]
Weird Melodicians
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, bitch! (Yeah, bitch!)
Yeah, bitch! (Yeah, bitch!)
Sup, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Ay, wait, ay, pussy)

[Verse 1: Ghostie, Sybyr & Ghostie]
I don't, like, you, hey
You don't, like, me, hey
We don't like each other, we don't fuck with each other anyway
My day sucks, how about your life?
I don't like ya'll niggas, so come get your shit right (Hey)
I'm Mike Tyson, with the fucking hooks (Fucking hooks)
Don't look, don't look
Don't look (Don't look, ayy)
Luckiest way, you'll get your ass clapped
Bouncing on your body, like a nigga was a crip
You bet, I ain't shit but Ghostie (Agh)
Fuck yall niggas, you should really know me
We been doin' this shit for many years
Me and my niggas shed many tears
Man this shit so fucked up, but you look up to a nigga like me
Ayy
I ain't no Instagram, or a motherfuckin' Twitter
With a band-tee, deadbeat, motherfuckin' icy
Nigga you don't like me
Nigga I don't like you
If you trying me, maybe I'll fight you
Get your fuckin' ass real clapped, like a clown nigga (Yeah, woo, woo!)
I'm having a mental breakdown, breakdown (uhh)
Ya'll niggas is such clowns (Uh, woah)
Drinking alcohol every single day
Drowning in my sorrow, till the pain goes away
Fuck nigga, (Fuck nigga)
We know each other (Ayy, ayy, yuh)
(Fuck yall niggas! Real shit)
Syringe