Ghost from the south, know I keep my kit around
Straight from the M, take ur breath away with no sound
Silencer the loudest, cus they ass is in the ground
While they sleepin', I keep wakin' counting every fuckin' pounds
Bitch, what the fuck (ayy)
Better cut yo lies 'fore I leave you here to rot (what)
Tired of being soft now you're about to feel my wrath (what)
Fakin' up the violence, mines a real shit, run it back (ayy)
Voices giving order, issa killing on demand (on demand)
Torn the fucking page from the Dark Hold
Pussy boy I'm smoking pack, you barely had a nice bold
Sdby can't no longer playin' fucking nice, hoe
Rich boy talkin' sweet, bring my gat, where he at now
Talking sweet and now my bullets gon be resting in yo head
Always been on top floor, you just layin' in yo bed (ayy)
Postin' no Malone, standing tall, I reppin set (ayy)
Now she all alone, she want my dick on her chest
Fuck her from the back, bitch
Beatin' all these rap sheets
Rim's a wanted man to both these bitches and these cops, bitch
Fucking drift my Honda thru these bodies
Leave yo body dead on tire thread
I shove a fucking flag pole thru fucking head
Ay, ayy
Smoking sacrificial, I'm so vicious, kick the back door
Flippin' all these bones tho, collect the dough
I need sum mask on
Yeah, ay, ayy, yeah, I need sum mask on