Текст песни Ghost Zone - Trabajarie

My top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss goin shoot
You was wrong nigga who
Fuck hoes by the two
Counting paper in the booth
All my hunnids skripped up blue
Niggas hopped on the wave don't know about you
All my young niggas riding wit a semi or a tool
Top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss gone shoot
30 Round get you chewed
Sticked up in the booth
Won't drive if it got roof
Imma slide depending on you
Issa homicide my niggas will shoot
Ghost boy I make it go poof

All white wraith call that bitch a new coupe
Bad bitch she a freak she goin suck me in the coupe
Move in silence you already know what it do
Can't hear me like Horton hear Muhfuckin who
Not handy mandy but a nigga had to keep his tools
Got sum billies in the back so you better keep it bool
Got sum GDs to my right and they wearing black and blue
Luh Twxn you already know what a nigga do
Catch me at the store clutching on pole
Luh zay nigga I'm not goin fold
Luh Twxn bitch i run wit a stick and a draco
Nigga talking shit he goin catch a whole halo
Opp nigga and I got killers on the payroll
Knock a nigga off if I say so lay low
Puerto rican bitch she goin fuck for the pesos
Big time steppa Imma CEO

My top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss goin shoot
You was wrong nigga who
Fuck hoes by the two
Counting paper in the booth
All my hunnids skripped up blue
Niggas hopped on the wave don't know about you
All my young niggas riding wit a semi or a tool
Top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss gone shoot
30 Round get you chewed
Sticked up in the booth
Won't drive if it got roof
Imma slide depending on you
Issa homicide my niggas will shoot
Ghost boy I make it go poof

In the ghost zone pull up in the phantom
Ghetto lil bitch ain't got no manners
Asking me questions like I got the answers
You can get smoked talkin bout sum cancer
She in exotic whip she a dancer
Imma hit her throat put her on the camera
Imma go ghost when I whip the Phantom
Ectoplasm slime em wit the cannon
Double R wraith driving wit a glock
I still sip lean you can come and shop
32 Pints pouring inna drop
I don't trust hoes these bitches thots
I made a lotta money these niggas not
You was my seed boy you better stop
Wet a nigga up drain em like a mop
In the ghost zone dope in my sock

My top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss goin shoot
You was wrong nigga who
Fuck hoes by the two
Counting paper in the booth
All my hunnids skripped up blue
Niggas hopped on the wave don't know about you
All my young niggas riding wit a semi or a tool
Top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss gone shoot
30 Round get you chewed
Sticked up in the booth
Won't drive if it got roof
Imma slide depending on you
Issa homicide my niggas will shoot
Ghost boy I make it go poof