Ghost Ride

Lyrics

I never gave a fuck, I'm on a paper chase, I tell 'em
 Eat my dust, hate my guts
 Eat my dust, hate my guts
 Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
 Lick my, I'm just tryna get a nut
 Never, never, never, never, never
 I'm smoking the reefer, I roll with the Nina, I roam from the reaper and cock bust
 Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva, I bought her a ticket in Bahamas
 Comma, llama, they not equip for the drama
 Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers, got lean on the seat of the Lam' bruh
 Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Moss berg
 When the reaper come, red rum, I'll murder something
 Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
 My TEC-9, it go, "Pat, pat, pat, pat, rat-a-tat, tat, tat"
 Too fast, niggas know how I get
 And this revenge up in my eyes, I'm committing my sin, amen
 Lord, forgive me for the shit I did
 Was just a little kid, but you know I never gave a fuck about shit, 'bout shit
 Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit
 And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit, 'bout shit
 Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit
 And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit
 Niggas ain't about shit, 'bout shit
 Told the plug it's for me, he came down on the price
 Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
 You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
 I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
 Like Freddy Kruger, man I get down with the stripes
 It's VVS, man there ain't no clouds in my ice
 She said what's my real name and I don't know how to reply
 On a different planet, man, I'm out of my mind
 I was on the grind for many years, and you were never there
 Who the fuck's putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
 Fuck my enemies, man, I make the devil scared
 Man, I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
 Every day, I'm shitting, and I'm pissing on this hypocrisy
 It's that uncontrollable demon they didn't wanna see
 This that virus in the system, the prodigy
 And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
 Life is like a movie, life is like a movie
 Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
 Swear, these haters, they don't move me, yeah, ayy
 Life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
 Riding through your city with the Moss berg
 I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
 Pull up on a bird, ask her what's the word
 Said they on the corner, they ain't got your work
 Yeah, yeah, them niggas got the nerve
 I'ma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah, I swerve
 Hammer time, hammer time
 If it's beef, pussy, yeah, I handle mine
 Yeah, that's from A$AP, nigga, then I pulled the trigger
 Go extend that bitch to a bullet head
 Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
 Hope they get the picture, I don't give a fuck about shit, 'bout shit
 Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit
 And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit, 'bout shit
 Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit
 And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit
 Niggas ain't about shit, 'bout shit
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:27
Key
6
Tempo
160 BPM

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