Lyrics SHIBUYA (GHOST II) - Vic Mensa , Jaden , Belly , Christian Rich

I just got a Harley to crash (danger)
I got Off-White on the mask (white)
I need to switch to the Model X (X X X)
The Masi' just ran out of gas (oh)
She want vegan sofu (yeah)
I told her to eat her this tofu (yeah)
In the club reading CNN (why?)
All of these bitches is old news

Skateboarding in Shibuya (oh)
Tatted up like your cruiser (oh)
Team Jordans, you a loser (oh)
Eating pussy in the Uber (why?)
I can't help but I'm nasty (nasty)
I need to pull up on Vashtie
I was young when I met her (yeah)

Now I'm grown, come smash me (smash)

Anti-social in my section with my sad bitches (shit)
Damn, I hate the club but I love the bad bitches
No brand names (none in three)
I make all my clothes (Punks)
I brought Jaden out in 2015, now he sell out shows (days)
I ain't no sell out though (nah)

I'm selling out merch' like dope (dope)
And I comerc' that shit on me, I put that on my soul (South side)

Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me (for me)
'Cause if you in there, then I'll be the one that you never see like Trees
Lemme go put up my cleats, the way that I get up and run through the streets (streets)
Perri like bon apetit
They saw us and went to go call the police, yeah damn
Just put a hydrogen whip on the leash
Yeah, I'm tryna make sure that I leave a good will for my niece
Hey, that's just me (that's just me)
We don't need you on the team, we pay too many fees (Pay too many fees)
They told me travel light when you going overseas (oh, oh)

It's just one night, I'ma bring the whole fleet with me (let's go, let's go)
Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me (for me)
If you in there, I'll be the one that you never see, I'm ghost (look)

Ain't been sleeping, it's the third day
I don't got a second in the first place
Ain't no second chances in my birth place
You can't put a phoenix in the bird cage
It's the Hermes, twice great
God body with the word play
I ain't even talking church bread
But the blessings came on the cursed days (yo)
Rappers lying like the first date, thirsty
Baby, you should get your curve straight
I'm the richest, she at work late
And you ain't even get to third base
Run home, run home
Blocking numbers in my phone (oh)
I don't know you unknowns (I don't)

She don't even know the real you
Telling people that we still cool
Pull up on you with the tray and I ain't talking jail, fool
Play it real cool, hey

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool
Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool
Put a couple bands on it (yeah)
Just imagine what a mil' do
Bullets shout for count
Don't get caught up in the mildew
Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool (oh)
Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool
Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool
Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool
Play this shit in the club for, uh
If you in there, ah
Nigga, I'm ghost