6kMidnite - ghost

Blah blah six k!
Try-try-tryna get up on me I'ma really have to pop his ass
Hit him with a ghost glock, told him I'ma haunt his ass
Took a trip and I done went too far so I'm not holding back
He wanna' be a runner threw him packs like I'm a quarterback
He know how to work gave him a week
He brought that money back
Had to put my phone do not disturb she keep on calling back
I-I-I know I did wrong but you can't leave
That's not how that work
He wanted attention put his face up on a shirt
Go and get your mans up out that hearse
Being real is a blessing and a curse
He want a feature imma tax him for that verse
My mans' got a blatt so when he hit you it's gon burst
Burst, burst
Nah
You know you not havin
Why you even try to play wit us?
He wanna be a star so my young nigga tryna send him up
He ain't know we was coming it's his bitch that went and set him up
Tryna get up on me I'ma really have to pop his ass
Hit him with a ghost glock, told him I'ma haunt his ass
Told him I'ma haunt his ass
Throwin' packs like I'ma quarterback

Written by:
Vahin Middough

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