Ghost Mode

I got a real bad bitch i ain't fuckin' with a hoe,

I'm just tryna' get rich shawty suckin' up my soul,

I've been movin' all this dope yea i been trappin' on the low,

Whole gang some real killas and they all know the code,

I been, i been, i been on my G shit,

Poppin' all these pills might OD quick,

Motherfucker try and test me let the beam hit,

Pull up with the clique and leave em bleedin',

I've been runnin' around town with a glock,

Gotta 30 round mag red dot,

Gotta bad goth bitch give me top,

Snort a line off her tits like im a god,

Oh my god i can't stop,

Hear the music that i drop,

Think i dropped my ice only time i kick rocks,

In the whip hotbox,

My bass shake the block,

All these bitches think they killas till' you put em' on the spot,

Black gloves grip chrome put a bullet through his dome,

Don't text my phone motherfucker leave me alone,

Boutta go ghost mode smoke weed im stoned,

Six lines of blow ship that shit from mexico yuh,

Bitch im toxic not a lot of options,

Had to sell the dope just to get the fuck up off it,

Murder my own conscience,

Six feet in a coffin,

I could never cope if i'm really being honest