Ghostnghoul - Dead Drops lyrics

[Intro] - John Daniel b**h, this that Left Life sh** Know what I'm sayin'? I'm in my f**in grey fleece Lookin' like a f**in' stormy sky With Gym Leader Giovanni and Widikus s** a dick [Verse 1] - Widikus Got me f**ed up in the air, up, up in the air Can't touch me, brotha I been puffin' the rare Rillo tucked in my hair, dumb numb at the function Devil stuck in my stare, f**ed up beyond repair You can tell I'm on my xan by the slack in my lip Full stack on a zip, bruh I'm crack in the whip Y'all profits on hobbit, full packs gettin lit Said it's only for the homies we ain't pa**in you sh** [Verse 2] - Giovanni Look into my eyes, dawg, all you see is red I got the blood of the elixir that'll get you out your head Pray to god they don't attest me, prolly butcher off your head Man if I can promise one thing, I can promise that I'm dead Cuz I'm smokin all these d**, and they f**in' up my head Nevermind, it's a crazy world that's why I stay in bed Never mind what I said, cuz nevermind I forgot You really high you mothaf**as, yea we get that a lot Plus my rhymes is magical, I put the crack in pot Then we mix the two together, get to crackin some cops Push your posse back a little, we don't like y'all a lot Plus your pussies got a stench, please cover your crotch [Verse 3] - John Daniel Look, you got me f**ed up, flick me up with my ones up Back against the cut with these beer suds and blunt guts By the armored truck, posted up, calm as f** Karma can't call my bluff, you gon' take the fall or what? Told 'em stay up, sh** they ask me how I'm livin' I'm Vincent Vega if he ain't leave his tec in the kitchen b**hes, and these hoes did me wrong, acting gone When they checkin' to see if their names in my songs [Verse 4] - Widikus Bro I'm solo, posted on the ocean floor Know the keys'll do it, but I'm hopin pounds'll open more Open doors, b**hes gettin stuck ????? Savage to the core, ya boy been had hope for war My trips got as much baggage as my b**h Throw the tabs under my tongue, never coming back from this sh** Hash dabs in the whip, alprazolam in my drips 10 Deep to the feet on some dapper Zach sh**, like [Verse 5] - Giovanni Left Life gods, man, what am I to say I smoke a blunt and eat an apple just to live another day Plus the pills my doctor gave me, they ain't workin' for the pain I prolly take three more, and just go about my day Ain't no worries, ain't no problems in my world, I'm cool We just kickin', bickin' back, gettin trippy like a fool Spittin' hard as a dragon, blowin' fire in the booth We ain't the type for askin' questions, knock the taste up out your tooth Ain't nobody look familiar, we don't function with your group Please be cautious when I'm talkin, pistols aimin' at your crew Left Life til I die, homie sick as swine flu [Verse 6] - John Daniel Bottles popped and black drops, it be the backdrop Til I get to stuntin', servin' Iggy up some backshots Read the inkblots, know it's just all in the plot My squad only calmed by crops and a palm to pop Russian above the brim, like it's Castro daps Ask me where the f** I've been, I need the cash, all that b**h I'm Gyarados to these ten thousand lakes I think I'm Vibe cover Wayne in multicolored Bape