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Who made this? JB made this Ghosty The po' hate me 'cah there weren't no solvin' (Uhm) Gunman stance and the club said 'no smokin' But we brought that smoke in (Whoosh) I'm the best at my age, no boastin' (I'm sorry) We know fanboys hate when I'm ghostin' Jailhouse ting, no smoke Let me jump on the tech', call my babes and lotion (Uhm) Beat up the yute, don't poke him GM's cut when the govs approachin' (Duss) Deceivin' opps ain't reppin' their block in jail, on a joke ting That boy caught stress when he held them pokings (Yuck) But he's still on free flow Bitchin' to different blocks as he's still tryna moisten (Washed) Bro just said one drop on a opp One chop had his vocal broken (Neckshot) We beat man out of his head Curled up in the bed but the gov ain't spoken Don't trust anyone in the can He can be your right hand and pree up the soakin' (Urgh) Free up, free up my goons in the jailhouse Bang 'til the gates break open (Free 'em) Free up, free up my goons in the jailhouse Bang 'til the gates break open (Free 'em) Songtexte Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow) Pop smoke 'cah everyone's talkin' tough Rudeboy, I'm callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm) Bare man duss when they heard it's us (Us) Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow) Bare man duss when they heard it's us (Us) Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow) Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow) Pop smoke 'cah everyone's talkin' tough Rudeboy, I'm callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm) Bare man duss when they heard it's us Tryna squeeze and buss (Us) Bare man duss when they heard it's us Tryna squeeze and buss (Us) Mask on then teef that B in the trap Who teefed that? Me and my darg That nigga tried bop and then he got whacked Abuse that dot-dot, plot in the gaff Barkin' hell, that's smoke on the crash He ain't got heart but still wanna do this Tar don't dash when the .38 clap Brap, he can feel this wap (Grrrr) Feel this wap, when they clocked on it's us (Brap, brap, brap) See bare man dash Bark off and the opp boys scream like yats Me and bro's tryna chase this batch (Brap) I just beat off the M, no cap Got three indictments off my name, I'm gassed He froze up when he heard I'm back Fresh home, fresh home, straight back to the cash Two Rambo blades behind your back While bro's tryna beat that mash Big brown booty, rewind her arse on Snap Let me squeeze that nyash Eyes roll back, she 'uckin' me off on cam Man buss on her lash Stop shinin' the wrists on 'gram It's VS1, it don't need no flash Drive out of town for the cash Fly off the buj and three and a half for the light I can make that splash Rap then turn that bread into plaques HMP, just me and my co-dee locked in the gates, no Zack We still got halves when we're breakin' racks Free up, free up my bro, that's facts Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow) Pop smoke 'cah everyone's talkin' tough Rudeboy, I'm callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm) Bare man duss when they heard it's us (Us) Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow) Bare man duss when they heard it's us (Us) Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow) Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow) Pop smoke 'cah everyone's talkin' tough Rudeboy, I'm callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm) Bare man duss when they heard it's us Tryna squeeze and buss (Us) Bare man duss when they heard it's us Tryna squeeze and buss (Us) Aus Songtexte Mania