Hardo - Ghost Of Trish lyrics
[Hardo - Ghost Of Trish lyrics]
Nigga, I'm the Ghost Of Trish
Hey, hey heyhey gIP my nigga Trish
Free my nigga Gutter man
You know how we rock it
Trapple retraining, huh
Rhyme on my hood, I got ten on me
When a nigga getting beef
I'm putting ten on him
And that's a lot gwap
When you coming from the block
Had a whole bird tryna to spend dead money
Work for a hundred gran, I ain't up yet
Lost twenty Benz, I ain't upset
If a nigga was mad
I'd be writing with my med
Tryna smoke any nigga that's a suspect
Dress in all black like Acon
With a hood on my head like Trayvon
Bitch Imma boss like Eva
Looking like a slave
Young nigga with a chain on
I'm the band, got a drum and a K nigga
That's a hundred shots in a grave nigga
Twenty three what I like
Talking bout a car like bitch
Imma your pay nigga
Post her with a pop with an X on
GIP tell my nigga Teflon
I ain't tryna be slipping
He got kilt in the kitchen
So I walk around mad with a vest on
Rapping with my thread pound six nigga
Took a couple shots to the ribs nigga
Mother fuck the law
I'm the closet thing to God
Call me Dizzy, Allah, I ain't dead nigga
Hey, heyhey gG on my fucking hit
If I pull it I won't miss
Made a killing selling piss
Nigga I'm the Ghost Of Trish
For my nigga Trish I'm going to spend on him
AK hanging at the Benz on him
Fire on my men, then we try to make amends
We can bank
We can start to make an end to him
Laid by the gun, you're going die by it
Trish got late and I night fly
Took two and Dizzy took five
That's a total shots of seven
For my crime ties
No planning trying to get the job done
AKs motherfucking handgun
Been through it all
I don't kidding at a man just a
Young nigga trying to get some grandson
Pops got a bands of my grandson, tell him
Working in all on my Samsung
Nigga living ugly but I'm handsome
Get it out the mall, man stuck
Tell him band some chopping harder, bitch
Fuck the mall
I'm just living for the day nigga
No nigga, just me and my K nigga
Bitch, I'm riding round town just
To gun a nigga down
Imma load, Trish's killers in face nigga
For a dollar, Mike had a gun first
Ask Dizzy, I just put it in dumb work
No badge, no snares, no none a that nigga
When I first figured out how a drum work
Now I killing these niggas, it's simple
Got a Glock, 23 H stando
When I went away to prison
I was coming home chilling
But that chill shit went right out the window
Tell them put another nigga in the grave yard
GIP to all my niggas in the grave yard
Thought I told you motherfuckers
We don't tow handguns, just Ak, SKs and AR
Trapping harder, bitch
Hey, hey heyhey gIP my nigga Trish
Free my nigga Gutter man
You know how we rock it
Trapple retraining, huh
Rhyme on my hood, I got ten on me
When a nigga getting beef
I'm putting ten on him
And that's a lot gwap
When you coming from the block
Had a whole bird tryna to spend dead money
Work for a hundred gran, I ain't up yet
Lost twenty Benz, I ain't upset
If a nigga was mad
I'd be writing with my med
Tryna smoke any nigga that's a suspect
Dress in all black like Acon
With a hood on my head like Trayvon
Bitch Imma boss like Eva
Looking like a slave
Young nigga with a chain on
I'm the band, got a drum and a K nigga
That's a hundred shots in a grave nigga
Twenty three what I like
Talking bout a car like bitch
Imma your pay nigga
Post her with a pop with an X on
GIP tell my nigga Teflon
I ain't tryna be slipping
He got kilt in the kitchen
So I walk around mad with a vest on
Rapping with my thread pound six nigga
Took a couple shots to the ribs nigga
Mother fuck the law
I'm the closet thing to God
Call me Dizzy, Allah, I ain't dead nigga
Hey, heyhey gG on my fucking hit
If I pull it I won't miss
Made a killing selling piss
Nigga I'm the Ghost Of Trish
For my nigga Trish I'm going to spend on him
AK hanging at the Benz on him
Fire on my men, then we try to make amends
We can bank
We can start to make an end to him
Laid by the gun, you're going die by it
Trish got late and I night fly
Took two and Dizzy took five
That's a total shots of seven
For my crime ties
No planning trying to get the job done
AKs motherfucking handgun
Been through it all
I don't kidding at a man just a
Young nigga trying to get some grandson
Pops got a bands of my grandson, tell him
Working in all on my Samsung
Nigga living ugly but I'm handsome
Get it out the mall, man stuck
Tell him band some chopping harder, bitch
Fuck the mall
I'm just living for the day nigga
No nigga, just me and my K nigga
Bitch, I'm riding round town just
To gun a nigga down
Imma load, Trish's killers in face nigga
For a dollar, Mike had a gun first
Ask Dizzy, I just put it in dumb work
No badge, no snares, no none a that nigga
When I first figured out how a drum work
Now I killing these niggas, it's simple
Got a Glock, 23 H stando
When I went away to prison
I was coming home chilling
But that chill shit went right out the window
Tell them put another nigga in the grave yard
GIP to all my niggas in the grave yard
Thought I told you motherfuckers
We don't tow handguns, just Ak, SKs and AR
Trapping harder, bitch