Holy Ghost

Church bells ringing Naw that's the blicky Slide off with ya nigga I need a quicky Put this pussy on his face call it facial Pullin on this hair like a bitch biracial I don't tussle with you hoes send a quick text Have them niggas at ya door no footsteps Beating on my chest like I'm Cesar Bitch thought she saw the reaper Like hey it's nice to meet ya Diamonds get tah clapping like Mercedes on da pole Bitch I'm always eating I need these pockets swole My nigga gotta vibrate higher than these other dudes Serve these cap ass niggas a plate dog food If it ain't about da bread bitch you a fool Stomping on you niggas Get Nicks crew Can't waist my time I'm in off season Put on all white for Virgil it's a reason I love to swipe it up in Neimans Let me get the Lil Baby special The three for one Flying first class is the goal But on the private jet that's a different mode Fucking 40,000 ft in da air we in halo mode Gas me up, cereal, I blow big O's Loubi's on my feet Ma'am what are those We rocking next season looks straight off the runway Don't need no stylist Drip is in sicko mode One, two, three that's how the opps click Four, five load up the chopsticks Six, seven a bih better pray they go to heaven Eight, nine, ten where's the reverend One, two, three that's how the opps click Four, five load up the chopsticks Six, seven a bih better pray they go to heaven Eight, nine, ten where's the reverend Tag me back in we in fourth quarter I been dropping these loads off ya transporter Gotta pop ya ass like a hot check This rap shit comes easy my pens wet Grinding to get my own Patek Sliding on any bitch with disrespect Wet you up Then say a prayer next Got my foot on they necks F*ck Fiji You ever heard of Glacier water Diamonds froze This is what we call law and order Snatched waist, cute face, no sponsor Rule seven five play with yours before you play with mine Only five star cuisine Pass me da lobsta I go by BB but you call me miss mamas He loves me I ain't neva with da drama Throw this ass back let's make a mantra Get in loser we're going shopping To blow a bag you can't count A true Texan I pop my trunk and screw it up Niggas is bitches too Put y'all in pot Seafood is my favorite food Sprinkle Old Bay & Lemon Butter This song is rude I don't give a f*ck we must address these rules Ya, ya, ya, ya One, two, three that's how the opps click Four, five load up the chopsticks Six, seven a bih better pray they go to heaven Eight, nine, ten where's the reverend