Ghost Coast - Outro Lyrics

(Ha ha)
(Yeah)
(Ghost coast)
(What)
(Ooh)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Ha ha)
(What what what what)
(Skrt skrt)
(Ha-ha-ha)

She be hoppin' like a rabbit (Hop)
Issa habit (Uh-huh) she a addict (Yeah)
I'm wreakin' havoc (Ooh ooh) in Fendi fabric
3 bitches that's a hat-trick
How it happen? (Huh?)
That doobie smackin'
That booty clappin'
French bitch like a braid like a dreadlock (A dreadlock)
I just busted on her face that's a head-shot (Gra gra)
I'm drippin' in designer, rockin' deadstock (Im drippin')
Can't stop playin' with these bitches like a Xbox (Like a game)
Hit the road (Skrt skrt) and i'm runnin'
Hop the fence (Lets go) now i'm gunnin' (Pa-pa)
With my loc (Uh-huh) always bussin' (You know)
F*ck 12 i'm smokin' blunts by the dozen (F*ck a opp)
Bitch i'm lookin' for lightnin' while i'm watchin' my chain rain
I been trappin' and rappin' along with the same gang (Gc)
That's my dick it's not my pist, but it still go bang-bang (Uh-huh)
Ima pull up to yo crib and i'm lettin' that thang hang (Uh-huh)

Knock knock, open the door right to the glock-glock
Knock knock, I turn the shed into a hotbox
Knock knock, said we ain't f*ckin' told her drop top
Knock knock, i'm in her mouth just like some pop-rocks
Knock knock, open the door right to the glock-glock
Knock knock, I turn the shed into a hotbox
Knock knock, said we ain't f*ckin' told her drop top
Knock knock, i'm in her mouth just like some pop-rocks

I be posted all black (yeah) no I don't rock Margiela's (Nah)
I could show you some bars, but I ain't talkin' bout cellars (Bars)
At the bank more than you, I know the name of my teller (I do)
Codeine make me dream, thinkin' bout something wetter (Yuh)
Grabbin' gold cuz she want better (Ooh ooh)
Do you think I ever let her (Never let her)
Chain gang changin' weather (Changin')
Ice so cold I need a sweater (Need one)
Wore a blizzard in Miami, someone call the sledders
Glass bottle, Pellegrino (Ice ice)
Mix it with some lemon (Ooh) add the Titos (Yuh yuh)
You already know I got a brick on me tho (Always)
Call me Drummond at the line cuz i'm sippin' on his free throws (Lean back)
Skrt drop (Ooh ooh) this some red this ain't no wok
I'm the only one she know who can go and buy Ciroc
Tick tock (Yuh) thats a watch its not a clock (Nah)
Chasin' gualla out my block
Knock knock on yo speakers let it pop

(Ha ha)
(Gc)
(Ooh ooh)
(Gc)
(Yeah yeah)