Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Why you keep digging and it ain't that deep?
Acting all pressed like a ghost man G
Cooking up lies 'cause I'm rating your tea
Better sell cap on me bitch
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
New flow, not with a new ghost
2015, Slap on the flow
Now all these labels chasing like a hoe
I told them no and that's how it's gon' go
I got a round and I don't need no ends
Case of this album for how many M's?
BLKMG like this
Every shot that I take don't miss
Talk shit, then look at your book and this
I put a check in there about spot 26
Don't blink or you might well miss
Unsigned boy with a band like the Swiss
Bring it all back with a brand new twist
Put a ghost clone in a dirt slit wrist
Fuck with my kids, I'ma spray you like mist
Diamond my lap, I don't need no bitch
Real motherfucker, listen up and don't forget it
It's a mystery for a million dollar truck up in a minute
Spend a million words a minute, if I feel it I'ma hit it
This shit keeps speculating and gossiping
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked
Peace to the BLKMG
Ain't got shit to prove
Fuck the other side bitch
Yeah, what the fuck I'm talking about?
Yeah, what the fuck I'm talking about?
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