Shell Kartel

Ghosty

Don't talk on my name, you're a minor

I'll run you down in my sliders

What's wrong with this washed-out yute?

You ain't done no drill, so you must be a hider

Don't claim that's the life you live, with your eyebrows pierced, you're a skateboard rider

You're so broke, can't switch-up your clothes

Got holes in your socks, I'll dash you a fiver

What a dumb little fuck, are you mental?

I'll put the metal to your mout', no dental

How the fuck can you share man's clothes in your rasclart vids? Your cheap little rental

You're a reject numerous times

You ain't from the 12, you're a clown like Deadpool

And if you ain't got a wap, it's long

You can't beef man 'cause the sawn-off's dreadful

You're a neek and your feet dem stinkin'

You can't ride on my wave, keep sinkin'

I know your girl wanna hold this dick

I'll nut in her mouth, like the bitch was drinkin'

You ain't half as cold as me, so you're my son

What the fuck are you thinkin'?

Better call me Dad when you see me and change dem shoes 'cause your foot dem mingin'

How the fuck can I take your flow when you be my son and I'm your dad?

You should've thought about drawin' me out

Go buy some Lynx, you're a fuckin' tramp

How you talk about scorin' goals and you don't even play for the 12? That's mad

You ain't worth my time like notes

I tell a man sit back down in your pram, I tell a man sit back down in your pram

You can't diss man, man a real mad man

Kill a MC wit' a mic in hand

Basic bars, you're a basic man

Tear up beats, yeah, I'm way too ham

I know my son wanna be like Dad

I know you ain't down for the beef like Five Guys

You ain't never held or seen no waps, you ain't never held or seen no waps

Your Air Force 1s dem creased to the max

Really could've bought you a new pair son like all you had to do was ask your dad

And if you're really gonna try take man's flow, beg little man just bring that back

I know I'm like Lukaku up front and you're like Benteke, your shit don't bang

I can teach you my flow, just ask

I can book you a private class

Just show up at half-past nine and I bet that you'll leave with a damn A-star

Don't talk about best in drill, you only get views 'cause you're up man's arse

Even if I got white boy wasted, I put it on my life, I'll done your dance

Don't talk on my name, you're a minor

I'll run you down in my sliders

What's wrong with this washed-out yute?

You ain't done no drill, so you must be a hider

Don't claim that's the life you live, with your eyebrows pierced, you're a skateboard rider

You're so broke, can't switch-up your clothes

Got holes in your socks, I'll dash you a fiver

What a dumb little fuck, are you mental?

I'll put the metal to your mout', no dental

How the fuck can you share man's clothes in your rasclart vids? Your cheap little rental

You're a reject numerous times

You ain't from the 12, you're a clown like Deadpool

And if you ain't got a wap, it's long

You can't beef man 'cause the sawn-off's dreadful

Gang