[Intro]
Ghosty
[Chorus: RV]
Ching, wet, dip, splash him
Opps get-got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out with his ting
So I brought mine too and we went there matchin'
Pulled up on the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps been waxin'
Ching, wet, dip, splash him
Opps get-got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out with his ting
So I brought mine too and we went there matchin'
Pulled up on the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps been waxin'
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Swear it's 'bout time that this match got called off
The score's like fifteen-nil, no Warnock
Man ain't gotta check that scoreboard
Jump out gang, don't get yourself cornered
'Cah you're gonna hold this borer
Still go kick mans door off
I ain't gotta swing this sawn off
My bro still slaps it in reverse
He jumps out too, no he ain't no chauffeur
I'm on the opp block explorin'
Gangdem do it way better than Dora
I bet these feds tryna find where the phones
Smoke and clothes are
They got me in the interview room with a heavy ass folder
They want me in the can like Cola
They hate when we spazzin' on the mains
Two hands on the skeng like a PS controller
Fuck them, I still whip this yola
Do it so hard, nearly spun the whole bowl off
Swing my shank, I don't swing no hooks
Like I ain't tryna give no chorus
Hope that I catch mans organs
I don't need it for no donor
I just do it normal then stroll off
Gang got smoke that sprays, we ain't really fond of roll on
Still step with this 4 long, still got all this gold on
You know how much strips this flake got sold on?
When it comes to the papers, man don't prolong
Circle the opp block, ain't see no one
Still tryna get my golden goal on
Ghosty
[Chorus: RV]
Ching, wet, dip, splash him
Opps get-got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out with his ting
So I brought mine too and we went there matchin'
Pulled up on the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps been waxin'
Ching, wet, dip, splash him
Opps get-got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out with his ting
So I brought mine too and we went there matchin'
Pulled up on the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps been waxin'
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Swear it's 'bout time that this match got called off
The score's like fifteen-nil, no Warnock
Man ain't gotta check that scoreboard
Jump out gang, don't get yourself cornered
'Cah you're gonna hold this borer
Still go kick mans door off
I ain't gotta swing this sawn off
My bro still slaps it in reverse
He jumps out too, no he ain't no chauffeur
I'm on the opp block explorin'
Gangdem do it way better than Dora
I bet these feds tryna find where the phones
Smoke and clothes are
They got me in the interview room with a heavy ass folder
They want me in the can like Cola
They hate when we spazzin' on the mains
Two hands on the skeng like a PS controller
Fuck them, I still whip this yola
Do it so hard, nearly spun the whole bowl off
Swing my shank, I don't swing no hooks
Like I ain't tryna give no chorus
Hope that I catch mans organs
I don't need it for no donor
I just do it normal then stroll off
Gang got smoke that sprays, we ain't really fond of roll on
Still step with this 4 long, still got all this gold on
You know how much strips this flake got sold on?
When it comes to the papers, man don't prolong
Circle the opp block, ain't see no one
Still tryna get my golden goal on
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