Ayy, pipe up hood, Rich
I been going stupid, living fast, bout to take it slow
Fein had want the work, been in the trap, so I been running low
Chop stay in the seat, Glock in the back, but we got options though
Scared to show my money, hide my face it come in different flows
Think they got my drop, my name is Ghost, I'm at a different lo
Still trippin' bout that bitch, I'm having motion on a different hoe
All this f*cking za can't push it out, we moved a different bow
They think we got one blick, them niggas crazy, got a different pole
I won't speak on shit, not tryna text, I'ma get up with you
Crazy when I saw you, you was scared, so brody, what's the issue
Shit that we be having, leave him wet, I bet he need a tissue
Done speaking on the opps, them niggas broke, so I ain't tryna diss you
Okay, what's the plan? Hit his head, watch him hit the ground
Potato on the barrel, when I'm shooting, it won't make a sound
All they know is beef we getting money
Bitch, we moving pounds
Heard he tryna rap, but I ain't hear it must be underground
Bitch, I'm the threat, how you
Ain't heard? I'm known to leave em shitty
We GSB, we hopping out, I bet we f*cking get em
Bitch on them missions, daym be wallin, told em stop the blicking
Yeah, I'm Lil Nas and I like sliding, and I like f*cking killing
But if I miss, I double back, I bet I f*cking get em
No need for running, this a chopper, bullets hawking niggas
I'm in your bushes on the drill, cause I be stalking niggas
How you ain't heard? Go ask the town bitch, we be chalking niggas
The biggest slat, king slime, I bet I walk a nigga
He playing middle man, I'm a double cross the nigga
GSB, full of shooters, them white chalker niggas
Them niggas saw me ain't do shit, y'all some soft lil niggas
They running track, I'm in the field, bitch, I'm hawking niggas
I'm throwing bullets, you can't catch these ones, gon' off a nigga
I'm GSB, we hopping out, you better not fall lil nigga
GSB, yeah, yeah, GSB, bitch
Nigga
F*ck the opps nigga, threat on this shit nigga
All them niggas gon' die soon man
I stamp nigga
Free the bros, f*ck the opps
Ghost Fried - Livin Fast (feat. CB Nas) Lyrics
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Ayy, pipe up hood, Rich
I been going stupid, living fast, bout to take it slow
Fein had want the work, been in the trap, so I been running low
Chop stay in the seat, Glock in the back, but we got options though
Scared to show my money, hide my face it come in different flows
Think they got my drop, my name is Ghost, I'm at a different lo
Still trippin' bout that bitch, I'm having motion on a different hoe
All this f*cking za can't push it out, we moved a different bow
They think we got one blick, them niggas crazy, got a different pole
I won't speak on shit, not tryna text, I'ma get up with you
Crazy when I saw you, you was scared, so brody, what's the issue
Shit that we be having, leave him wet, I bet he need a tissue
Done speaking on the opps, them niggas broke, so I ain't tryna diss you
Okay, what's the plan? Hit his head, watch him hit the ground
Potato on the barrel, when I'm shooting, it won't make a sound
All they know is beef we getting money
Bitch, we moving pounds
Heard he tryna rap, but I ain't hear it must be underground
Bitch, I'm the threat, how you
Ain't heard? I'm known to leave em shitty
We GSB, we hopping out, I bet we f*cking get em
Bitch on them missions, daym be wallin, told em stop the blicking
Yeah, I'm Lil Nas and I like sliding, and I like f*cking killing
But if I miss, I double back, I bet I f*cking get em
No need for running, this a chopper, bullets hawking niggas
I'm in your bushes on the drill, cause I be stalking niggas
How you ain't heard? Go ask the town bitch, we be chalking niggas
The biggest slat, king slime, I bet I walk a nigga
He playing middle man, I'm a double cross the nigga
GSB, full of shooters, them white chalker niggas
Them niggas saw me ain't do shit, y'all some soft lil niggas
They running track, I'm in the field, bitch, I'm hawking niggas
I'm throwing bullets, you can't catch these ones, gon' off a nigga
I'm GSB, we hopping out, you better not fall lil nigga
GSB, yeah, yeah, GSB, bitch
Nigga
F*ck the opps nigga, threat on this shit nigga
All them niggas gon' die soon man
I stamp nigga
Free the bros, f*ck the opps
I been going stupid, living fast, bout to take it slow
Fein had want the work, been in the trap, so I been running low
Chop stay in the seat, Glock in the back, but we got options though
Scared to show my money, hide my face it come in different flows
Think they got my drop, my name is Ghost, I'm at a different lo
Still trippin' bout that bitch, I'm having motion on a different hoe
All this f*cking za can't push it out, we moved a different bow
They think we got one blick, them niggas crazy, got a different pole
I won't speak on shit, not tryna text, I'ma get up with you
Crazy when I saw you, you was scared, so brody, what's the issue
Shit that we be having, leave him wet, I bet he need a tissue
Done speaking on the opps, them niggas broke, so I ain't tryna diss you
Okay, what's the plan? Hit his head, watch him hit the ground
Potato on the barrel, when I'm shooting, it won't make a sound
All they know is beef we getting money
Bitch, we moving pounds
Heard he tryna rap, but I ain't hear it must be underground
Bitch, I'm the threat, how you
Ain't heard? I'm known to leave em shitty
We GSB, we hopping out, I bet we f*cking get em
Bitch on them missions, daym be wallin, told em stop the blicking
Yeah, I'm Lil Nas and I like sliding, and I like f*cking killing
But if I miss, I double back, I bet I f*cking get em
No need for running, this a chopper, bullets hawking niggas
I'm in your bushes on the drill, cause I be stalking niggas
How you ain't heard? Go ask the town bitch, we be chalking niggas
The biggest slat, king slime, I bet I walk a nigga
He playing middle man, I'm a double cross the nigga
GSB, full of shooters, them white chalker niggas
Them niggas saw me ain't do shit, y'all some soft lil niggas
They running track, I'm in the field, bitch, I'm hawking niggas
I'm throwing bullets, you can't catch these ones, gon' off a nigga
I'm GSB, we hopping out, you better not fall lil nigga
GSB, yeah, yeah, GSB, bitch
Nigga
F*ck the opps nigga, threat on this shit nigga
All them niggas gon' die soon man
I stamp nigga
Free the bros, f*ck the opps
Writer: CB Nas, Ghost Fried
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