Ghostin'

Hear ye, hear ye

Yessir

Got my dog Lil Wyte in the house

Lil Wyte!

You dig it? Then dig this shit

He gon tell you how we do it in Memphis city streets

Fraiyser Bay Area

Ghost ride a lil bit out there

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I Ghost ride the whip

Always syrup sip

Ridin through the hood with a real bad bitch

Car changin colors ridin high and gotta piss

26s flickin so you know that im the shit

[Verse 1]

I ghost ride the whip

I jump out the car and flick

Its easier to do it with Lamborghini doors on ya shit

TV screens? Nope, but an over $50000 studio

What was I thinkin? I only paid $700 fo it

Make a track in the back while i crack another seal

Show no slack with that yak pass the blunt and give me pills

Its 2 pints of syrup in the mini fridge sittin on chill

And a sprite and ice dispencer right beside the steering wheel

I drank that drank and smoke that dank with a real bad bitch

Bendin through the hood to be exact we on 26

Inches sittin high

Haters sick when i ride by

Thats why i keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try

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[Verse 2]

Im screwed up like a motherf**ker!

My minds sittin on easy street

Ghost ridin the whip sittin high rollin up the greenery

Tell me can you stop the colors from flippin on the scenery

Bangin so hard you feelin me way before you even seein me

I got that thang cocked its stashed but not far out of reach from me

Get wrong and ill put some knots on yo door like a peaches seed

Then run home to yo momma and holla Lil Wyte been bein mean to me

But im gone motherf**ker i had to mash out theres plenty more streets to creep

The Bay Area and bitch we keep big stacks of that stinkery

I sip syrup motherf**ker and dont really care what you think of me

A bad blonde broad beamin up my charm and my pinky ring

Shes wearin a skirt and through the rear view mirror i can see her thingy thing

[Chorus]