[Intro:]
n***a, I'm the Ghost Of Trish
Hey, hey, hey...hey
GIP my n***a Trish
Free my n***a Gutter man
You know how we rock it
Trapple retraining, huh
[Verse 1:]
Rhyme on my hood, I got ten on me
When a n***a 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 n***a was mad, I'd be writing with my med
Tryna smoke any n***a that's a suspect
Dress in all black like Acon
With a hood on my head like Trayvon
b**h Imma boss like Eva, looking like a slave
Young n***a with a chain on
I'm the band, got a drum and a K n***a
That's a hundred shots in a grave n***a
Twenty three what I like, talking bout a car like b**h
Imma your pay n***a
Post her with a pop with an X on, GIP tell my n***a 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 n***a
Took a couple shots to the ribs n***a
Mother f** the law, I'm the closet thing to God
Call me Dizzy, Allah, I ain't dead n***a
Hey, hey...hey
[Chorus ] [x2]
GG on my f**ing hit, if I pull it I won't miss
Made a k**ing selling piss, n***a I'm the Ghost Of Trish
[Verse 2:]
For my n***a 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 motherf**ing handgun, been through it all
I don't kidding at a man just a young n***a trying to get some grandson
Pops got a bands of my grandson, tell him, working in all on my Samsung
n***a living ugly but I'm handsome
Get it out the mall, man stuck, tell him band some
Chopping harder, b**h
[Chorus] [x2]
[Verse 3:]
f** the mall, I'm just living for the day n***a
No n***a, just me and my K n***a
b**h, I'm riding round town just to gun a n***a down
Imma load, Trish's k**ers in face n***a
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 n***a
When I first figured out how a drum work
Now I k**ing these n***as, it's simple
Got a Glock, 23 H stando
When I went away to prison, I was coming home chilling
But that chill sh** went right out the window
Tell them put another n***a in the grave yard
GIP to all my n***as in the grave yard
Thought I told you motherf**ers
We don't tow handguns, just Ak, SKs and AR
Trapping harder, b**h
[Chorus] [x2]