I'm in Miami I just rented a ghost
Niggas thinkin they ghosts
Turn em to clouds
Yeah these niggas is smoke
Yeah these niggas is smoke
I'm in Miami I just rented a ghost
Niggas thinkin they ghosts
Turn em to clouds
Yeah these niggas is smoke
You be playin with them bitches you ain't
Hittin them hoes
Did the Amiri Slides bold
I'm finna get me some more
Used to have my fingers crossed
When I was f*ckin up the road
Made some money every day
Just to f*ck me up some more
Love the gang, love the hustle, love where
Niggas at Love my granny and cousins
But love can't bring them back
Thinkin of gang while I roll up this wood
Call Lee He say he straight
But I know he ain't good
If I owe a nigga still
He can get it in blood
If a nigga want a bag
He can get it from us
But you can't get it like us
Niggas change turn bitches
Boy these niggas gay
Dick Riding other niggas for a lil pape
Lil Brody just got out
He caught another case
On that road every day
Tryna make it shake
Ayyy
Cut some bitches off
I knew they wasn't down
Seen yo bitch up at the store
She tried to climb on me
Seen yo ice you uploaded
I just clowned homie
That ain't no blika
Lil baby that's a dub on me
I talked to Brody yesterday
He said he feelin down
It was his birthday he ain't care
Another year down
He ain't seen his kids in years
I sent a pic he smiled
He know the game but not really
Got locked up as a child
Bein real don't cost a thang
Why you niggas fakin
F*ck these hoses it's only bands
What a nigga chasin
Married to the money
Sorry baby girl I'm takin
Help me count these duds
But bitch you gettin' naked
Brody still got that blika
He got open cases
Niggas stop rushin shit
You gotta have some patience
Ain't no heat up in this house
The whole trap vacant
But she still let me f*ck this bad bitch basic
Cut ya grass real low
So you can see the snakes
Pussy niggas dick ride whoever get paid
I never f*ck your bitch
She broke and out of shape
Just got some fetty for the low
I wonder what it take
Niggas change turn bitches
Boy these niggas gay
Dick ridin other niggas for a lil pape
Lil Brody just got out
He caught another case
On that road every day
Tryna make it shake
Ayyy
Cut some bitches off
I knew they wasn't down for me
Seen yo bitch up at the store
She tried to climb on me
Seen yo ice you uploaded
I just clowned homie
That ain't no blinky, lil' baby, that's a double
Thanks for watching
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I'm in Miami I just rented a ghost
Niggas thinkin they ghosts
Turn em to clouds
Yeah these niggas is smoke
Yeah these niggas is smoke
I'm in Miami I just rented a ghost
Niggas thinkin they ghosts
Turn em to clouds
Yeah these niggas is smoke
You be playin with them bitches you ain't
Hittin them hoes
Did the Amiri Slides bold
I'm finna get me some more
Used to have my fingers crossed
When I was f*ckin up the road
Made some money every day
Just to f*ck me up some more
Love the gang, love the hustle, love where
Niggas at Love my granny and cousins
But love can't bring them back
Thinkin of gang while I roll up this wood
Call Lee He say he straight
But I know he ain't good
If I owe a nigga still
He can get it in blood
If a nigga want a bag
He can get it from us
But you can't get it like us
Niggas change turn bitches
Boy these niggas gay
Dick Riding other niggas for a lil pape
Lil Brody just got out
He caught another case
On that road every day
Tryna make it shake
Ayyy
Cut some bitches off
I knew they wasn't down
Seen yo bitch up at the store
She tried to climb on me
Seen yo ice you uploaded
I just clowned homie
That ain't no blika
Lil baby that's a dub on me
I talked to Brody yesterday
He said he feelin down
It was his birthday he ain't care
Another year down
He ain't seen his kids in years
I sent a pic he smiled
He know the game but not really
Got locked up as a child
Bein real don't cost a thang
Why you niggas fakin
F*ck these hoses it's only bands
What a nigga chasin
Married to the money
Sorry baby girl I'm takin
Help me count these duds
But bitch you gettin' naked
Brody still got that blika
He got open cases
Niggas stop rushin shit
You gotta have some patience
Ain't no heat up in this house
The whole trap vacant
But she still let me f*ck this bad bitch basic
Cut ya grass real low
So you can see the snakes
Pussy niggas dick ride whoever get paid
I never f*ck your bitch
She broke and out of shape
Just got some fetty for the low
I wonder what it take
Niggas change turn bitches
Boy these niggas gay
Dick ridin other niggas for a lil pape
Lil Brody just got out
He caught another case
On that road every day
Tryna make it shake
Ayyy
Cut some bitches off
I knew they wasn't down for me
Seen yo bitch up at the store
She tried to climb on me
Seen yo ice you uploaded
I just clowned homie
That ain't no blinky, lil' baby, that's a double
Thanks for watching
Niggas thinkin they ghosts
Turn em to clouds
Yeah these niggas is smoke
Yeah these niggas is smoke
I'm in Miami I just rented a ghost
Niggas thinkin they ghosts
Turn em to clouds
Yeah these niggas is smoke
You be playin with them bitches you ain't
Hittin them hoes
Did the Amiri Slides bold
I'm finna get me some more
Used to have my fingers crossed
When I was f*ckin up the road
Made some money every day
Just to f*ck me up some more
Love the gang, love the hustle, love where
Niggas at Love my granny and cousins
But love can't bring them back
Thinkin of gang while I roll up this wood
Call Lee He say he straight
But I know he ain't good
If I owe a nigga still
He can get it in blood
If a nigga want a bag
He can get it from us
But you can't get it like us
Niggas change turn bitches
Boy these niggas gay
Dick Riding other niggas for a lil pape
Lil Brody just got out
He caught another case
On that road every day
Tryna make it shake
Ayyy
Cut some bitches off
I knew they wasn't down
Seen yo bitch up at the store
She tried to climb on me
Seen yo ice you uploaded
I just clowned homie
That ain't no blika
Lil baby that's a dub on me
I talked to Brody yesterday
He said he feelin down
It was his birthday he ain't care
Another year down
He ain't seen his kids in years
I sent a pic he smiled
He know the game but not really
Got locked up as a child
Bein real don't cost a thang
Why you niggas fakin
F*ck these hoses it's only bands
What a nigga chasin
Married to the money
Sorry baby girl I'm takin
Help me count these duds
But bitch you gettin' naked
Brody still got that blika
He got open cases
Niggas stop rushin shit
You gotta have some patience
Ain't no heat up in this house
The whole trap vacant
But she still let me f*ck this bad bitch basic
Cut ya grass real low
So you can see the snakes
Pussy niggas dick ride whoever get paid
I never f*ck your bitch
She broke and out of shape
Just got some fetty for the low
I wonder what it take
Niggas change turn bitches
Boy these niggas gay
Dick ridin other niggas for a lil pape
Lil Brody just got out
He caught another case
On that road every day
Tryna make it shake
Ayyy
Cut some bitches off
I knew they wasn't down for me
Seen yo bitch up at the store
She tried to climb on me
Seen yo ice you uploaded
I just clowned homie
That ain't no blinky, lil' baby, that's a double
Thanks for watching
Writer: Martino Sewell
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