Dinje - Ghost Mode Lyrics

Trapped in a hole, I swear that she dug me out
Can't deal with these people, they tryna bug me out
I swear they don't know me but they gon run they mouth
Ghost mode, no GPS never share my whereabouts
Trapped in a hole, I swear that she dug me out
Can't deal with these people they tryna bug me out
I swear they don't know me but they gon run they mouth
Ghost mode no GPS never share my whereabouts
Making cash is all I really care about
Hit the store, buy it then I wear it out
This room is getting smokey time to air it out
And when I get the pie I'll divide watch me share it out aye
I'm riding thru the city and she rollin it up
I got it on the cheap heard they rolled the plug
She grabbing on my, and we smoking bud
Mad love to everybody who showed me love
I gotta see a man bout a dog
Heard ya mans started singing, he an op
Still weighing up grams at the spot
But this music bout blow swear mans bout to pop
And I gotta get blazed that's a vibe tho
Making waves in a haze from the hydro
And I'm still getting paid f*ck the 5-0
Paranoid hearing clicks on the iPhone
Trapped in a hole, I swear that she dug me out
Can't deal with these people, they tryna bug me out
I swear they don't know me but they gon run they mouth
Ghost mode, no GPS never share my whereabouts
Trapped in a hole, I swear that she dug me out
Can't deal with these people they tryna bug me out
I swear they don't know me but they gon run they mouth
Ghost mode no GPS never share my whereabouts