Hardo - Ghost Of Trish lyrics

[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]