suwxp - Ghost Lyrics

I don't give no f*ck about no bitch, lil' nigga, I'm tryna get paid
F*ck that job shit, I ain't tryna go make no minimum wage
Don't make me turn up, broad day, suwxp, might go up in a rage
Might bustin' yo trap, nigga, I'm finna kick in the door like Johnny Cage
Now hand me the b-lick, nigga, I'm finna go get back
I body yo nigga for racks, hop out the car with a gat
Not finna back down, bitch, I'm already in that
Nigga, I been in the smoke, need money, I don't need hoes
That dumb hoe tryna set me up, you finna get hit in yo throat
Smokin' on shit that you can't handle, light a bitch, nigga, like a candle
I got bread to get you knocked out, so my young nigga finna blame him
Kick in the door, don't got no manners, givin' out smoke like cancer
Bad bitch, she gon' eat up the dick, I know she really a dancer
And I got that beam, so nigga, I'm pressing
Run on yo block and teach him a lesson
Broad day, we gon' knock him off, so ain't no need to do no stressin
And that dumb hoe tryna come back, well, bitch, I don't do seconds
Runnin' yo trap, nigga, with a ARP, I feel like God finna bless him
This shit get hot when I be on go, real man, never been no hoe
Nah, she wanna play with the kid, I told her, don't come jump in the smoke
Ah, real deal, we on go, ah, tell a nigga what you know
And I don't got no time for bullshit, but a bitch, nigga, gonna know
When I'm in that car, I can't duck smoke, no way, you finna be a lil' ghost
I don't like to brag, I don't like to boast, but when he drop, I'm making a toast
I'm right there at that lil' nigga neck, better say yo last words before you go
Bitch, nigga, never been no threat, cause I got money to get you ghost
Okay, I don't give no f*ck about no bitch, lil' nigga, I'm tryna get paid
F*ck that job shit, I ain't tryna go make no minimum wage
Don't make me turn up, broad day, suwxp, might go up in a rage
Might bust in yo trap, nigga, I'm finna kick in the door like Johnny Cage
Nah, hand me the b-lick, nigga, I'm finna go get back, I body yo nigga for racks
Hop out the car with the gat, Not finna back down, bitch, I'm already in that
Nigga, I been in the smoke, okay, need money, I don't need hoes, yeah
That dumb hoe tryna set me up, you finna get hit in yo throat, lil' bitch