ZOTiYAC – Ghost Rydin
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Ghost Rydin

Verse 1

Uh, nigga I eat, I been goin' in for some years and they sleep
I'm gon' let niggas keep actin' like they don't see
Fuck it when in that water it's deep
Lil nigga we deep
Three to be exact
Ain't no way with that shit and two niggas who with that
Who on that shit get his shit back
Who on this shit
Boy I roll on some good gas and get my day goin'
Opp niggas runnin' where the fuck is they goin'
Ion know hope they think that they scorin'
Looking back boy what the fuck is you doin'
Hammer on me it's nail in a scrum
Boy we on your block it's on watch like cartoons
I drive dick in your thot and she called me harpoon
If you slide on this block it's a dead-end you doomed

He gon' die too soon
He gon' die too soon
He gon' die too soon

I left thе show with three thousand, I need two rooms
One for just me and my Glock and my bitch
My gun need a drumroll it's not just a clip
Nigga the 456's you morе than just hit
If you talkin' some shit I'm more than just pissed
We gon' find where you at in the morgue where you live
I'm send a nigga there

He gon' die too soon
He gon' die too soon

I left the show with three thousand, I need two rooms
Homie got white in them shrooms
Servin' that block like the goons
We in the trap with them brooms
Boy if you laugh then it's boom
Get shit shake the room
Boy don't get turned up you get tombed
Boy don't get turn up you get boom

Interlude

All of you who see this picture can judge for yourself the extent of the menace to civilization of this new weapon
Civilized people can only demand that such power be directed not towards their obliteration but to the benefit of mankind

Chorus

Ghost ridin', Ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
Ghost ridin', Ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
And when I pop out, clip pop out
Drip, drop
Out the tip-top
Hit shit drop-out
All smoke never cop-out
I got cotton mouth
Glocks out fuck a nigga plus what he talkin' bout
Gang

Verse 2

Boy watch how you live cause you gon' die the same
You live like a bitch and you gon' die the same
Yeah I live on my own, and then fire like Kane
I'm bringin' that pain
I walk in just me and my pole
I ain't bringin' your man
Pour a wok in my cup and it fuck up my brain
And the mouth is too deep, now I'm fuckin' her brain
Yeah I'm in the head
Yeah I'm way ahead of you niggas
You still givin' head, I'm still gettin' bread
I ain't fuckin' that hoe for just nothin', bitch I sell your leg so close them mofuckas
It's funny how quick I'm just goin' to roll me one up and I smoke the mofucka
Bank rolls can't fold so we wrote a mofuckas
They said I wouldn't be shit, I told them mofuckas
I'm smoking on some cream soda shit and I just dropped me another little deuce and some cream soda shit
She tan, thick, sweet shit that's my cream soda bitch
She wanna suck dick in the whip but I said "can I get to know you bitch"

Chorus

Ghost ridin', Ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
Ghost ridin', Ghost ridin'
I'm in a phantom like Danny
And when I pop out, clip pop out
Drip, drop out the tip-top
Hit shit drop-out
All smoke never cop-out
I got cotton mouth
Glocks out fuck a nigga plus what he talkin' bout

Outro

Devastation confronted him wherever he went
It must have been obvious to him that surrender was the only cost
A so called sun of heaven as a divinely inspired leader had been bombed up

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