Trippie Redd – Ghost lyrics

Somebody call PETA
Somebody call-
Somebody call PETA
Gang
B***h niggas abuse the b***h niggas

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These niggas h**s h**s
Neck and wrist froze on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ wit’ em no (Yeah yeah) no
Pour a motherfuckin’ four four
Pour a motherfuckin’ four four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo) doors
I just pulled up in a ghost ghost
F**k that b***h then adios need my bitches head to toes

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Huh ho ho ho ho ho
Hold the f**k up hold the f**k up
Keep it crushed up ice keep it crushed up
In my double cup yeah double cup yeah
If you think you gang p***y double up yeah
Ho’s ho’s niggas ho’s yeah
You a friend or a foe let me know know
Slam my door swing my door heard them feds swinged your door
N***a them feds ain’t swinging my door yeah fasho’
Count my dough yeah she wanna smoke my dope yeah
This semi-auto bah ‘mi auto bah
Semi-auto bah pop you like a bottle bah
This semi-auto bah ‘mi auto bah
Semi-auto bah pop you like a bottle bah

[Verse 2: Chris King]
.. choppas runnin’ up dough
Beatin’ the box n***a the ..
.. straight off the boat
I step on the block I was cutting pure dope
I’m still pickin’ locks doin’ it wrong
We kickin’ in doors like is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off of his the top of his dome
I grip the chrome n***a you lose Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this freakazoid has a diamond sword
And his choppa loud as an Aventador
I’m with the bullshit .. I’m at the door
.. the full clips get the opposition headed off
Bad bitches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain’t brag at all
Pull a .. then I make the bodybag tall
My niggas slide him and he dead .. damn ..
I get too high and I ain’t .. through the damn floor
We slang a .9 we ain’t fuckin’ with the damn law