Ghost Fried - Another Track (feat. Ant Packin) Lyrics

You know a lot of people died in the tsunami
Damn I'm on another track
She running from the dick the first night that's why she running back
I'm on the run with a nigga stick feel like I'm running track
This endgame he walk through these doors died to a f*cking trap
Ah shit
I had to catch my breath
That nigga broke the rules I threw the flag down like f*ck the ref
That nigga Ant so tough you know it's heat before you hear the rest
My brother pop them pills now he relapsing off them f*cking meds
Ah shit
Now I can't see him nigga
White light red beam and blue tips pledge of allegiance nigga
He woofing threw that frank he ate the clip I had to feed a nigga
Pop your mans today feel guilt tomorrow f*ck is he Glorilla
Ah shit
This a f*cking banger
Flew this bitch out said she not naked now she in a hanger
My weed man a bitch she gave me gas you know I had to flame her
Shit can't get past me I'm higher up this shit all in my favor
I'm higher up this shit all in my favor
Unc just hit me said he want some za I told him pick a flavor
Posting fake guns and fake pape this nigga can't get lamer
Bitch had tried to set the play I moved now I gotta flame her
Damn
I'm having withdrawals
I'm so high I can't even see
Shit look like fog
She keep asking why I did her dirty
Like I'm not a dog
Getting so much paper smoking trees
Had to burn a log
Pull up to the trap like a drive-thru you don't gotta call
I got so much money in these jeans got me bout to fall
Ain't no OT or fourth quarter you already lost
Can't nobody catch me cause when you fimd out I'm already gone
F*ck
We already gone
Walking to the store forgot my pipe you know I had to pause
Don't ever pump fake I hate that shit it give me blue balls
The hollows they can shoot you in your arm this shit make you fall
My homies homies wanna throw a party I said who hall
F*ck
We gotta stay prepared
They pat my hip down I got that shit all in my underwear
She trynna fell the gun she getting booked it don't seem fun to care
I know the pussy good she got a little bit of mustache hair
Ughhh
What
Call that peach fuzz
Brody down bad he flipped some crack he had to re-up
Used to stress bout hoes now I'm coolin got my feet up
Me and Ghost all 2024 we finna t up
TUHYEAH
We had t up
Every-time I'm going outta town I gotta re-up
Walked him down ain't have no mask on but the ski tucked
All y'all niggas lying talking bout y'all don't eat butt
I'm smoking everyday but f*ck cancer I need a pink cup
TuhDamn
And it got dirty in it
Don't run across that line ain't no race you more than finished
Pockets big as hell I'm out of town I'm shopping all in lenox
If I ever see you I'ma rob you I'ma strip you skinless
Damn I thought the song was over wait I had another minute
Blowing all this pape
While I'm shopping ion got a limit
Damn I don't gotta
Blowing all this
Cashboyz GSB nigga