Erick Arc Elliott - Single sh** lyrics

[Hook -Erick Arc Elliot] Smoking good, looking good Girlfriend what's the issue, huh? Got them hooked, take a look n***a never ever gonna miss you, girl Get it understood, you looking good Mind and your body gotta equal, girl How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes And I think it's Louis Vuitton, too [Verse 1: Gh0st] Any chick wanna f**? Holla at d**h Tell em you need spirit to get into ya flesh, And if ya man is around I dont give a f** Real talk girl im only here to put it down (Huh) You need that kitty ate? (Yeah) You already ill eat ya dinner plate A haunted house flick, Girl ill make you levitate Tryna f** with me ill have the whole earth quake Ya legs shake Back break, oh sh**, yes, smokin mo spliffs Vortex baby move ya body with the motion We high off this potent (chronic) f** a few hours not a beast she said im modest Get into her neck she s**in like a throat lozenge Her man tryna act up, but he ain't got talent Full of piss & vinegar n***a you need a balance of Military goons and big guns to diminish me [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah its the Gh0st ona track Got some weed and a dutch Gotta couple pretty b**hes back, no lean in my cup But im sippin' on some Shiit and it got me feelin numb I probably reached to far And grabbed the novacane Its for the b**hes so they handle lockjaw pain Pour up me a cup of something thatll get me f**ed up Or just get a n***a bottles im tired of sippin' slow Im goin all in, but no casino droppin chips I got the muchies muthaf**a id rather drop off ya b**h But the beat is (boss) and she just wanna mobb Cause she tried of you n***a actin like ya f**in awesome Ya ice ain't frosted Barely even glistening Listening to the lyrics is better while you envision it So close ya eyes n listen Vibe to the rhythm Young muthaf**as comin out the woods n***a Lived in the city Heard a couple thangs pop Had a gun pulled on me but he never took the shot, thank god Mistakin identity, thought I was crippin Aimed down his sights, but his target was missin Gun back on his hip n he went on his way My moms found out we moved out that day And n***as in cov stay actin goons Until a real n***a make move [Hook] [Verse 3] Made some music for the p**y Now she f** with a n***a, white b**h, big tits Got my dick on hard Already knew she hadda a**, Yet I failed to explain I can't f** with a twig you gonna you feel my pain Ass flat D slap cheeks, im about to blow Nah im playin a** so flat it feel like stone If you that type then sorry baby girl I really have to go I needa chick I know can throw it back, beggin fa the most Overflow, im playin p**y k**a in background 222 came on She lovin that sound Having second thoughts about the way she wanna f** me Im down for w.e quick licks make her love me As long she doesnt love me Start callin me her hubby Acting all crazy Probably wanna have a baby Im not feeling long term, unless we f**in ona daily I told you the 1st time girl stop actin like you hate me, haa [Hook] [Verse 4] Revisit 1st verse talkin to the n***as Y full of piss & vinegar n***a you need a balance of military goons and big guns to diminish me Cause words will never really get to me Talking like goons but yo squad, really ain't sh** to me Idgaf you won't do sh** to me Mentally physically lyrically n***a please Threat to ya vitals They said im blossomin psycho From pain that was spreading just like its a virus Look at my iris See pain thats still hiding but please dont remind me Or d**h is untimely the reaper my n***a Packin a Glock or a scythe to f** with ya But talkin immortal he thru rip ya torso consuming ya soul while im f**in ya board Oh sh** b**h n***a now you mad Idgaf b**h n***a betta get back For he get smack, treat em like a ho Slick back No boondocks but the pimp hand like katt haha f** it tho im gettin back to it Haven't made a track Fell off But Gettin back to it Workin on the craft to ensure A n***a not losin Chillin smokin hella blunts While these rappers rappin foolish [Hook]