Jayso - GHOST Lyrics

(So!)
(Yeah!)
Blue bandana creep
He tip-toe like Ghost-face
Play with the band
Hit ya' heart, you'll have no bass
Florida niggas'll cut you up, put you in a suitcase
Cut the tongue and fingers, burn it, leave no trace
South Fulton got real hittas, go check they resume
Not goin' for none that from no bitch, I'll be like OJ
Yeah you might think differently 'bout that, and it's okay
She do foul play you know I gotta leave her in the grave
Yeah I might go Vamp
Dracula hollow hit like you got bit
Silver Mustang
Ah' ride round in that below five tint
Shawty he really a ghost
All black and leave no fingerprint
Dead body in the attic!
Rats crawlin' that's why it's all this f*ckin' lint (Ughhhh!)
Establish yo' presence, go over them orders, gotta get that fanbase
Change the world, make it better with all your innovative taste
Send it down to your grand children, so they create a diff' type pace
Pioneer shit, gotta be the ones to go out and be that face
(So what?)
(Yeah, yeah!)
Askin' for the claw, I knew I was trippin
When I felt in my gut I shouldn't had went and did that mission
Roaches in that bathroom, felt like a dead body was where you put the dish in
Had to get the f*ck from the spot, had to go and start my transmission
At a craze, psychin' out, don't think I got them horns
The way you hold 'em like a ARP, I'll blast you at Longhorn
When y'all ain't set in life, get that Plan-B so it ain't born
Yeah I bought this put it on, only one time it's been worn
Owens on my feet (Ye, ye!), this ain't everyday drip
Go J's or Balenci, if I don't tell you what I'm wearin' don't trip
Gotta get it on your own, also none wrong wit' a car note on the whip
But to go find this shit, Kors you might gotta go MK on the Krypt