Ghost (Original) Trippie Redd (Ft. Chris King)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Why the fuck you hesitant? (Yeah)
Yeah, gang (Woo)
(Phew, phew)
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang
Abuse the bitch niggas (Woo)
Abuse the bitch niggas (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, niggas hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe? Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
There ain't no feds ain't swinging my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She gon' smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah