Ghost

Pull up in a ghost Stars in the cieling I'm doing the most Poppin a bottle got black and the blue and the gold Every kind of belaire that we toast The teachers would tell me to get off my phone Now the phone payin me Everytime that I post I move with precision I don't got a blick But the car beside me got a gun with a scope I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young And I'm white so I know they might plot on low That's why I'm riding out dangerous Goonie genetics you know what I bang on the low I be with Dubba Dubba pass the 40 to him if I tell him do it he gon blow I be on 91 the car take 93 I need 100 a half for the smoke I grow rapper weed this is too official Pheno Huntin like I hang with berner, Got the berner on me when I'm building Caught the birdy spying so I shot the birdy No chamilliomaire im riding dirty I go da baby on em if he breaking in I show the motherfucker what the fuck he earning See you in see you in hell piss on the fire to show you It's murder in music Pull up in a ghost Stars in the cieling I'm doing the most Poppin a bottle got black and the blue and the gold Every kind of belaire that we toast The teachers would tell me to get off my phone Now the phone payin me Everytime that I post I move with precision I don't got a blick But the car beside me got a gun with a scope I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young And I'm white so I know they might plot on low I take off the cieling and throw out the blunt Smoking exotic and double my cup Vip in every kind of degree That you ever could think cuz I'm running it up I got celebrities buyin my cuts I match ya favorite rapper on a blunt I'm going state to state serve a couple plates And I promise I'm good for the month I live the life that you wana live See I made it happen I didn't sit And I would by lying if I said I never had in's that's closer than I should get People gon follow the vision When they shinen but never believe the dream That's how I know who was official And who get to bitchin you see that shit in the end Pull up in a ghost Stars in the cieling I'm doing the most Poppin a bottle got black and the blue and the gold Every kind of belaire that we toast The teachers would tell me to get off my phone Now the phone payin me Everytime that I post I move with precision I don't got a blick But the car beside me got a gun with a scope I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young And I'm white so I know they might plot on low