Ghostmethazine

Yuki
Bitch I came up flexing
Gripping on a Smith n Wessin
Shooting first, no asking questions
When you messing with a blessing
Smoking pineapple Gelato blunts
Fuck bitches, taste my cookie nuts
Smoke Sherbet by the pound
And run a mutt straight through the fucking ground
Got so many bitches in my face
I need me about two blunts that's laced
Need me about two lines, let's race
I'll end you with no fucking trace
Suppressors gripped with automatics
Rifles blow ya where you're standing
Creeping through the valley with a Choppa and about fifty ounces
Dodging five-o with no license
Shit's suspended from the charges
Matter fact let's see them charges
Think you tough, my Blinky differ
Remember back when I was broke
Was fucking bitches on the low
Now I only fuck with girls
Who wanna smoke and do some blow
Gripping AK by the handay, bet I put that shit through your membrane
I got the scope aimed, these hoes lame, bet I leave you out of your picture frame
When I'm riding around, don't give a sound, we pulling up just to snatch shit
And if you're big talk, go ahead and walk, got a bigger target to put them bullets through
Grabbing on the cash
I pull up, wet your bitch without a splash
Take a good look at the drip
You'll see why they leave scars, no rash
I'm shining bitch, so bright can barely see (Can't see)
These diamonds shine up at my face, please don't get close to me (To me)
This shirt's worth about a thousand dollars, you cannot compete (Compete)
We only talk about numbers just to keep some separation
From the gifted and the one's claiming the next generation
Rather hang myself than listen to these wack abominations
Look at me, have no doubt
Watch me sell my soul for clout
I'm getting bands on my lone
Just to buy some In-N-Out