Ghost Fried - Company Lyrics

Fly like a bird, take to the sky
I need you now, Lord carry me high
Don't let the world break me tonight
I need the strength of you by my side
Sometimes this life can be so cold
I pray You'll come and carry me home
Steve-O, crown this beat
I don't know who f*ckin' with me
Through the hood, I'm with my troops
GSB my company, don't f*ck with friends, don't got a group
Clip was hangin' like a noodle, hit his head and made it soup
I just copped a Curry, where the ball? I'm tryna f*ckin' hoop
Shoot like I'm from Nike, up my pole, and all you hear is (shhh)
Shoot like I'm from Nike, up my pole, and all you hear is swoosh
Two door through the city with the birds, but I'm not in a coupe
How you up then stutter step? Can tell that you ain't never shoot
Was chillin' with your bitch I love the time, she blew me like a flute
Keep squeezin' for a head, I want em dead like we keep draining fruit
Ten toes in that room, we hold it down like we was on a mute
Slide with little-ass guns, they sent a shot, but I had said it's cute
Slide with little-ass guns, they way too old, like, nigga, get a stick
How the f*ck you broke? Just look around like, nigga, get a brick
Move you way too close, they wipe your nose, bitch, all my niggas sick
Sayin', who want smoke? Don't know a Nardo all my niggas Wick
I'm a different nigga, don't do dates, but all my bitches thick
Never got her shit, she blew a bag, bet all my bitches trick
Let her hold the Glock, she wanna stash, bet all my bitches slick
Took her from the feds, we hit a gate, bet all my bitches quick
I can teach you all the ways, step-by-step, bro, you just listen
Brody like a chef, don't want a dish, but stayin' in the kitchen
Damn we bout to slide, Black Ops 3 like we was on a mission
Cashboyz GSB, got all the motion, ain't no competition
Bitch is G5, suck this dick when I wake up
I just made a play, when I get home, don't have that cake up
Told her she look good, still blew her bag just on her makeup
Wocky in my cup, I dropped 400 on my day cup
They know I don't miss
If I drop, I make a hit
I ain't never like to sit, I get my bag and then I dip
Bitch keep pullin' out her phone, she on the camera with my blick
I keep walkin' with my chop out like I'm blind, bitch, this my stick
Look, they know I won't flip, they pick me up, sticking to that code
How you claim your brother, he a rat? Man, that nigga told
Won't speak on what they did, we been got back, plus that shit, been old
We the real trappers, hit the block, I'm cookin' on the stove
Whip my wrist
Auntie want some work, I cook her up a brick
Supa thick
About to f*ck this bitch, I said, hold on, this gon' be stupid quick
Almost dropped the, I let it off, this bitch got stupid kick
Better watch his mouth, cause I'm gon' leave here with a empty clip
I don't know who f*ckin' with me
Through the hood, I'm with my troops
GSB my company, don't f*ck with friends, don't got a group
Clip was hangin' like a noodle, hit his head and made it soup
I just copped a Curry, where the ball? I'm tryna f*ckin' hoop
Shoot like I'm from Nike, up my pole, and all you hear is (shhh)
Shoot like I'm from Nike, up my pole, and all you hear is swoosh
Two door through the city with the birds, but I'm not in a coupe
How you up then stutter step? Can tell that you ain't never shoot
Fly like a bird, take to the sky
I need you now, Lord carry me high
Don't let the world break me tonight
I need the strength of you by my side
Sometimes this life can be so cold
I pray You'll come and carry me home