If you think the price of winning is too high, wait till you get the bill from regret
Me and nas go back to back we on a track they said it been a minute
Call us ballerinas got the drop cause we just spinnin spinnin
Bankroll getting heavy, fold yall cheese that shit be bendin bendin
Blew them niggas out, don't check the score, bitch, we been winning, winning
Toat this fat ass chopper, I can't walk, I got a little limp
We blew that nigga up, he in the air now, he a little blimp
I can't hit your backy, I smoke doinks, but yours a little skimp
She f*ck with GSB, won't get her back, cause you a little shrimp
Backys to the face, I'm in that mood, I'm getting in that zone
Wock it's in my cup, keep pouring up, would think this was Patron
When you on them drills, just keep it low and throw away the phones
I told Nas we gon' chill, he in the bushes, creep he goin' prone
I can't tell him chill, he spot a opp and he start goin' crazy
Black out by the chop, so when I up, we pullin' out 380s
Told her take the pill like it's a meal, cause we not doin' babies
Almost dropped the Drac shot with one hand, cause I was feelin' lazy
F*ck smokin' crazy, legs we smokin' on this rapper, nigga
Two to his face, they hit his head, that shit was tragic, nigga
You want some beef, won't duck, no wreck, I give out action, nigga
I see a opp, I hop out blick, won't give no passes, nigga
You see lil Nas, I'm in the back, I bet I clap a, nigga
He tried to run, but this a switchy, this shit faster, nigga
Get lo some hoes, now we on go, I bet we clap this nigga
Ain't got my gun, I see a opp, then I'm gon' smack this nigga
We 4 deep with 5 blicks, and I'm not cappin', nigga
Real backseat boy, I see the opp, then I'm gon' clap that nigga
I got the lo we stakin' out, I bet we whack this nigga
I put a switch up on my Glock, now I just tap the trigger
I got them racks, we got them packs, that's why my sack was bigger
Money on my mind, bro thinkin' crazy, he a grave digger
Bitch a alcoholic, I don't drink, but she just crave liquor
Spent it on her body, still the same, but she just came thicker
Ghost you gon' f*ck em up with this one
Spent it on her body, still the same, but she just came thicker
Nigga, cash boys, GSB
Ghost Fried - BACK AGAIN (feat. CB Nas) Lyrics
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If you think the price of winning is too high, wait till you get the bill from regret
Me and nas go back to back we on a track they said it been a minute
Call us ballerinas got the drop cause we just spinnin spinnin
Bankroll getting heavy, fold yall cheese that shit be bendin bendin
Blew them niggas out, don't check the score, bitch, we been winning, winning
Toat this fat ass chopper, I can't walk, I got a little limp
We blew that nigga up, he in the air now, he a little blimp
I can't hit your backy, I smoke doinks, but yours a little skimp
She f*ck with GSB, won't get her back, cause you a little shrimp
Backys to the face, I'm in that mood, I'm getting in that zone
Wock it's in my cup, keep pouring up, would think this was Patron
When you on them drills, just keep it low and throw away the phones
I told Nas we gon' chill, he in the bushes, creep he goin' prone
I can't tell him chill, he spot a opp and he start goin' crazy
Black out by the chop, so when I up, we pullin' out 380s
Told her take the pill like it's a meal, cause we not doin' babies
Almost dropped the Drac shot with one hand, cause I was feelin' lazy
F*ck smokin' crazy, legs we smokin' on this rapper, nigga
Two to his face, they hit his head, that shit was tragic, nigga
You want some beef, won't duck, no wreck, I give out action, nigga
I see a opp, I hop out blick, won't give no passes, nigga
You see lil Nas, I'm in the back, I bet I clap a, nigga
He tried to run, but this a switchy, this shit faster, nigga
Get lo some hoes, now we on go, I bet we clap this nigga
Ain't got my gun, I see a opp, then I'm gon' smack this nigga
We 4 deep with 5 blicks, and I'm not cappin', nigga
Real backseat boy, I see the opp, then I'm gon' clap that nigga
I got the lo we stakin' out, I bet we whack this nigga
I put a switch up on my Glock, now I just tap the trigger
I got them racks, we got them packs, that's why my sack was bigger
Money on my mind, bro thinkin' crazy, he a grave digger
Bitch a alcoholic, I don't drink, but she just crave liquor
Spent it on her body, still the same, but she just came thicker
Ghost you gon' f*ck em up with this one
Spent it on her body, still the same, but she just came thicker
Nigga, cash boys, GSB
Me and nas go back to back we on a track they said it been a minute
Call us ballerinas got the drop cause we just spinnin spinnin
Bankroll getting heavy, fold yall cheese that shit be bendin bendin
Blew them niggas out, don't check the score, bitch, we been winning, winning
Toat this fat ass chopper, I can't walk, I got a little limp
We blew that nigga up, he in the air now, he a little blimp
I can't hit your backy, I smoke doinks, but yours a little skimp
She f*ck with GSB, won't get her back, cause you a little shrimp
Backys to the face, I'm in that mood, I'm getting in that zone
Wock it's in my cup, keep pouring up, would think this was Patron
When you on them drills, just keep it low and throw away the phones
I told Nas we gon' chill, he in the bushes, creep he goin' prone
I can't tell him chill, he spot a opp and he start goin' crazy
Black out by the chop, so when I up, we pullin' out 380s
Told her take the pill like it's a meal, cause we not doin' babies
Almost dropped the Drac shot with one hand, cause I was feelin' lazy
F*ck smokin' crazy, legs we smokin' on this rapper, nigga
Two to his face, they hit his head, that shit was tragic, nigga
You want some beef, won't duck, no wreck, I give out action, nigga
I see a opp, I hop out blick, won't give no passes, nigga
You see lil Nas, I'm in the back, I bet I clap a, nigga
He tried to run, but this a switchy, this shit faster, nigga
Get lo some hoes, now we on go, I bet we clap this nigga
Ain't got my gun, I see a opp, then I'm gon' smack this nigga
We 4 deep with 5 blicks, and I'm not cappin', nigga
Real backseat boy, I see the opp, then I'm gon' clap that nigga
I got the lo we stakin' out, I bet we whack this nigga
I put a switch up on my Glock, now I just tap the trigger
I got them racks, we got them packs, that's why my sack was bigger
Money on my mind, bro thinkin' crazy, he a grave digger
Bitch a alcoholic, I don't drink, but she just crave liquor
Spent it on her body, still the same, but she just came thicker
Ghost you gon' f*ck em up with this one
Spent it on her body, still the same, but she just came thicker
Nigga, cash boys, GSB
Writer: CB Nas, Ghost Fried
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