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 I'm riding dirty

I go da baby on em if he breaking in

I show the motherfucker what the fuck he earning

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