Ghost

Run it out, run it out, tonight

 Push it down, till it got, do loud

 Run it out, run it out, tonight

 Push it down, till it got, do loud

 Can't vibe, If it's running

 Movie close fly

 Not the broke five

 Got twin on it

 Rack up twelve

 Sounds like it's slow

 Rock your bitches in 190

 What's so stressin, I'm cruisin

 Out the window, they keep runnin

 Whip

 Secretary

 She been splash

 I listen

 Strip

 Drop the knees

 Work for me

 I listen

 Out the window, Bumble bees are buzzin

 Window can't cut shit off like a bullet

 I need a new windows 

 I'm on the ghost

 I'm on the ghost

 Yeah, Yeah

 Spinner on my wheelie every sides

 Yeah, Yeah

 Doesn't spin it and I speed it up

 Yeah, Yeah

 I don't feel it rough, right in my car, it's like

 Yeah ,Yeah

 Million rocks stuck on the top, shine yeah

 Yeah, Yeah

 She's a single for me and I'm proud

 I said you on the rolls,

 She think it's a roll

 Bitches don't care what I'm ridin

 But she knows it'll change her life

 Put the fuckin phone down

 Quit that yell and be silent    

 Bitch it ain't just a ride

 it's a prize of crib

 Makin other cars, they be quiet

 On the road, I be the humble G

 You can only wit it when it's Halloween

 We the boss, comin

 I don't care that shit

 You must've lost yo way

 Fuckin cockroaches

 Don't say that you kno about me

 Till we get laid

 Don't fall in deep,

 Can't let you in my whip

 Tellin you bitches, we pull up

 I said, we pull up

 Come and see, who run it up

 Tap in, I live it up

 Fast car, we speed it up

 Don't trip, I ain't got nun yet so

 Is that true?

 This sound like a damn fool?

 I bet I'm gettin bigger and bigger

 We gon be coppin that ghost, we go

 Yeah, Yeah

 Yeah, Yeah

 (Okay, Let's go, We on that ghost)

 (All that bullshit, I can't hear it on that ghost)

 Yeah, Yeah

 Yeah, Yeah

 I said you on the rolls, 

 She think it's a roll 

 Bitches don't care what I'm ridin 

 But she knows it'll change her life 

 Put the fuckin phone down 

 Quit that yell and be silent     

 Bitch it ain't just a ride 

 it's a prize of crib 

 Makin other cars, they be quiet 

 On the road, I be the humble G

 You can only wit it when it's Halloween