3ohBlack, HB The Engineer - Ghost lyrics
[3ohBlack, HB The Engineer - Ghost lyrics]
Twysted Genius, baby hB
Ayy, HB, what it do?
3Oh, what it do, my nigga?
They done put a nigga on the intro
Everything ghost, pull up in a Ghost
Give that bitch D, then I
Turn into Casper the Ghost, you hear me?
Whole lotta, lotta, lotta, matter fact
I ain’t even bouta
Let’s get into this shit, you hear me? 3Oh
Ayy, leg hey, hey hey
I made twenty thousand dollars
Yesterday and I
Ain’t even jump up out the bed
Bag a leg, take her in the telly
Got the bed rocking like I’m Fred
Barney rubble, ridin' in a
Bubble, but it's stolen
Watching for the feds
Made twenty thousand dollars
Yesterday, little boy, you heard what I said
You came in this rap game to play
I came in this rap game
To get out them trenches
Some niggas, they mad, 'cause I did it
They can’t
Wet up his block, make him do it for saint
Ah, shit
Why your bitch? She keep watching me
Hop on a jet everyday
'cause they clockin' me they be like
"Yesterday you was in Cali"
Now I’m in DC with gang in the alley
You ain’t never hit three states in one
Day just to get a check
Drop the top when I pull up in the 'Vette
Sloppy toppy, I don’t want me no sex
Give me that mouth
Then I’m back in the stu'
Me and Shitty turn your block to a zoo
Watch me pull up with them lions and bears
Circle small, I don’t fuck with no square
Ayy i’m out in Cali with HB and Ant
Leggin' or nah, I be making 'em chant
I’m in the hills
I ain’t talkin' 'bout Grant
Bagged that lil' bitch
Then we pull up in Beverly
Give her good D like my name Patrick Beverley
Wrestle with the work, they calling me Kane
Don’t wrestle with niggas
Just aim at they brain
I’m really with the shit's
So stay in your lane man, I’m out in Cali
'bout to pull up in this Ghost
I told you I'ma give that ho some D
Then I'ma go ghost your hear me
Whole lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta
Lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta leg shit
Ray, you hear me? Ayy, HB
(3Oh)
We gon' turn the streets up with this one
Ayy, Ant, where the fuck is the legs at
Man? Ha hey, hey hey
Ayy, HB, what it do?
3Oh, what it do, my nigga?
They done put a nigga on the intro
Everything ghost, pull up in a Ghost
Give that bitch D, then I
Turn into Casper the Ghost, you hear me?
Whole lotta, lotta, lotta, matter fact
I ain’t even bouta
Let’s get into this shit, you hear me? 3Oh
Ayy, leg hey, hey hey
I made twenty thousand dollars
Yesterday and I
Ain’t even jump up out the bed
Bag a leg, take her in the telly
Got the bed rocking like I’m Fred
Barney rubble, ridin' in a
Bubble, but it's stolen
Watching for the feds
Made twenty thousand dollars
Yesterday, little boy, you heard what I said
You came in this rap game to play
I came in this rap game
To get out them trenches
Some niggas, they mad, 'cause I did it
They can’t
Wet up his block, make him do it for saint
Ah, shit
Why your bitch? She keep watching me
Hop on a jet everyday
'cause they clockin' me they be like
"Yesterday you was in Cali"
Now I’m in DC with gang in the alley
You ain’t never hit three states in one
Day just to get a check
Drop the top when I pull up in the 'Vette
Sloppy toppy, I don’t want me no sex
Give me that mouth
Then I’m back in the stu'
Me and Shitty turn your block to a zoo
Watch me pull up with them lions and bears
Circle small, I don’t fuck with no square
Ayy i’m out in Cali with HB and Ant
Leggin' or nah, I be making 'em chant
I’m in the hills
I ain’t talkin' 'bout Grant
Bagged that lil' bitch
Then we pull up in Beverly
Give her good D like my name Patrick Beverley
Wrestle with the work, they calling me Kane
Don’t wrestle with niggas
Just aim at they brain
I’m really with the shit's
So stay in your lane man, I’m out in Cali
'bout to pull up in this Ghost
I told you I'ma give that ho some D
Then I'ma go ghost your hear me
Whole lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta
Lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta leg shit
Ray, you hear me? Ayy, HB
(3Oh)
We gon' turn the streets up with this one
Ayy, Ant, where the fuck is the legs at
Man? Ha hey, hey hey