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Ghosty See an opp, I'ma spazz out Let me know if you down with the crash out Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I'ma chase his ass down Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it's a blackout Glock can shoot from far (Shoot from far) Three deep when we spin in cars (Spin in cars) Brand his face, see the sparks (See the sparks) Hop out and chase him, send him to God (Send him to God) Aim at his way, stoppin' his heart Roll up and smoke him like he a cigar (Smoke, smoke) 22 the G.O.A.T. and the youngest in charge (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.) Gotta thank God that I [?] on them charges (On them charges, gang-gang-gang) See an opp, I'ma spazz out Let me know if you down with the crash out Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I'ma chase his ass down Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it's a blackout Pass me the Smithin' (Pass that shit) Off a bike, I roll up and clip 'em Pass me the Glock, spin the block, I hop out and hit 'em SongtexteSeek all revenge on the opps (Come here), tryna hide we gon' get 'em Spinnin' again, let the nine off, took a chunk out his liver (Skrr-skrr-skrr) My pop's took a shot to the head, and I'm tryin' find his killer (R.I.P.) Show no remorse to the other side, it's a homicide when we spin 'em Mask on, it's a blackout (Huh?) Got two blickies for the wave out (Bow) We gon' catch a PD, we don't play 'round (Grr) See these niggas, kids on the playground (Kids) I'ma beat they ass with some K rounds (Bow) Huh? what you say now? Got big twirlers in the A now (Grr) No Lil Boosie, you get fade now No ocean, you get sprayed now Headshot, leave him face down (Bow) Might hit the tap by his eyebrow Know these niggas prayin' that it die down (Prayin') But it's not though, I'ma keep on buyin' shots, bro No, you can't perform, take the backdoor See it's Chromehearts on the hat, though, uh-huh Hundred blicks in the rental (In the rental) Beat his block, instrumental (Gang) Opps say they be drillin' Them niggas lyin' like Simba (Lyin'-ass) Make yo' block hot in the winter (In the winter) Might step back like kimber (Woah) Might fade away like Kobe (Kobe) I'm a real 24-killer (On gang) See the block, we the top-opp niggas (On gang) Ask around, boy, we done drop niggas The opps know us at the minivan, boy Pull up with them twirlers, we done really shot niggas (Hahaha) Sixth grade, way I been a hot nigga (I swear) I'm booted and rollin' off jiggas Every day, I'm surrounded by hitters Felons and shooters and killers (Gang) See an opp, I'ma spazz out Let me know if you down with the crash out Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I'ma chase his ass down Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it's a blackout Aus Songtexte Mania