Songtexte Ghost Town - Astro

Ooh these niggas talking like they bitch made huh
Aye aye aye
Bitch all that talking out your ass just know its repercussions
These niggas tend to make me mad get put to sleep for nothing
Hit his crib we stripped him for his pole and told him keep it coming
And if we got to come inside bitch you aint keeping nothing
Yeah we aiming for the shooter but we hit his cousin
Hit the plug I told him line it up we need a bakers dozen
Feel like a teacher acting up and we get straight to flunking
Hit his gut this chopper pucker up and made him hit the dougie

Ever since I bought a scale bitch I've been living lovely
And I don't got to bag it up these bitches do it for me
Swear to god I bought a triple beam so I can stay productive
But I don't got to touch no hard cause I been flipping pumpkins
On my mom I love the plug he throw me zips for nothing
Any nigga think that he the toughest getting zipped in luggage
They trying to undercut my price its thirty-six a duffle
If you cant afford to shop with Cuzzo then just keep a muzzle

Bitch its big work who need wholesale
The only active nigga in your gang cant even post bail
My shooter had just did a skit he hopping hotels
That nigga crashed more Foreign's than your parents aint got no ls
All you niggas twitter talk you just some Joels the IRS so far up on my dick
I cant take no Zelle
Shorty suck it way to fast I told her slow down
These niggas think they hoopers but we shooters it's a blowout
Put a silence on that don't make no sound
And if we catch you lurking on your block its gone get tore down
And if you aint about this life then put that pole down
Cause when it's said and done my niggas dubs we like to show out

And my lil bitch don't even go out
Did a skit we hopped inside that whip and we took both routes
Aint even have to draw him down he just got choked out
Thats tough aint it you niggas is some clowns I guess the jokes out
And if they try to take a trooper then its four down
Get blown down this chopper Tyson don't need shit but four rounds
You was just popping how you running from the smoke now
Staying solid I was trooping with my toes down
You niggas hiding went outside and its a ghost town