SpaceGhost

Yeah, Yeah, Space ghost
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Space ghost
Space ghost cope make em faint
(Faint)
I just came straight from the bank
(Bank)
Just dropped a rack on my OG
He held it down when the ship was gone sank
I swear that my jewler so Lowkey
He help me drown my whole wrist in a sink
I wire the bag tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
I pay in advance with some dank
I got a baddie from Cali
Who bag up that yola and ship it to Spain
(Spain)
That’s my golden girl
(Girl)
She move Betty white via train
(Train)
Can’t fuck with a rat or a stain
I guess I’m allergic to lames
(Lames)
Claim they want static
I hop in an electric and slide
Like I’m part of soul train
(Train)
The Ap with the fit all this drip leaving puddles
Vvs on my chest, like my chain trynna cuddle
Lil momma a freak
Bag her like duffle
Rolling up tree
Got her smoking on muscle
My shootas got sticks, yeah they not trynna tussle
Same niggas who pop at your auntie and mother
Same Niggas I help make it out of the gudda
They rowdy, rowdy, like a nigga just stuttered
It’s 2019, they still bang over colors
That’s how you know that certified gunnas
We beat down your block with the heat like it’s summer
You playing detective, police, undercover
We playing with poles and release when we up em
Pistol hate acting, so he really duff em
There’s 6 in your pack bet heat the tummy tuck em
If you ain’t with SoLess or the clique then It’s fuck em
Then it’s fuck em
I show no love, don’t trust em
Shawty wanna ride with a nigga
Wanna hang
I knew you not fucking for nothing
All this cash, big racks, I’m thumbing
Balmain jeans, spent racks I'ma stuff em
Your man a goofy, I see why you choosing
Like why did you cuff him
He big big mad over something
Probably cause the ice my wrist double dutching
Or the brain on the coupe drop down like it’s ducking
All this fame but troops still down for the bussin
The Ap with the fit all this drip leave a puddle
Vvs on my chest, like my chain trynna cuddle
Lil momma a freak
Bag her like duffle
Rolling up tree
Got her smoking on muscle
My shootas got sticks, yeah they not trynna tussle
Same niggas who pop at your auntie and mother
Same Niggas I help make it out of the gudda
They rowdy, rowdy, like a nigga just stuttered
It’s 2019, they still bang over colors
That’s how you know that certified gunnas
We beat down your block with the heat like it’s summer
You playing detective, police, undercover
We playing with poles and release when we up em
Pistol hate acting, so he really duff em
There’s 6 in your pack bet heat the tummy tuck em
If you ain’t with SoLess or gang then It’s fuck em