LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHOLY GHOST
This some real Pluto shit, niggaOut the muhfuckin' mud, nigga, you know what I'm saying?Out the dirt, nigga, out the soil of this shitATL Jacob, ATL JacobYeahFeeling like a cigarette boat, all this water on meI was at my big truck, my wrist up, gettin' my dick suckedWhen I switch my wrist up, switch my car, switch my bitch upEvery time I hit her, I broke her off then dismissed herI been counting this paper all day, I'm getting blistersRoadkill, every time I pop out in a new whipGettin' you wacked, niggas ain't running off with my new dripRolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkillKilled shit and the nigga ain't have nothing to do with it, over-drillWhen you in the field and you innocent, why you over here?Body count, protocol, thotty count, losing countSwiss account, large amount, overseas, can't pronounceSippin' syrup in a fur, get my dog, walk him downDetails inside of the photo, my fit was twenty thou'No miles, cashed out, put it up by the time it hit two thou'Surfing in Hermès, I'm the one they called Pluto-skiMix-ski, I just went so deep I made her nose bleedLewinsky, she just gave me her throat inside the Rolls-yIf I OD, I'ma be on a Bentley spree, you must not know meI gave her that dope, put her on the road, she was holyMe and my lil' woadie gettin' it in, Japanese trendBig top Maybach, Benz, buy 'em buy the twinWe got 'em locked in, boxed in, Glocks inAlligator skin for my sins, I'm 'bout to win againI know niggas craving for bodies, ready to spin againI get on my ten, 'bout my ends, nigga, I'm locked inMade an M to a ten, now I'm posted on the Forbes againOnly time I sell out, at the show, bitch, I'm EuropeanTop ten, that's without that melody, it's costingNo sleep, come from out the streets, leave you in white sheetsV. I. P. , bitch tryna eat on me, tryna sleep with meOverseas, everything I'm spending, Gucci on the feetOnly see, everything this month, I bought an OnlyseaNew Chanel, everything I say, these bitches overseeRolls key, pass the Lambo key, and the other keyTruck key, not the sedan key, that's the other keyWiped down, cleaning my cars in the rain, I got OCDDry it off, pouring out rain and he tryna dry it offSlide off, I got a foreign bitch at my hideoutReal talk, niggas ain't speaking the language I talkSlide off, I got a foreign bitch at my hideoutReal talk, niggas ain't speaking the language I talk
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