Ghost Town (feat. Witcho Melo)

Dope dealer where my killers at I'm a bad man with some fucking swag Get my collar popped, my jacket tucked Look at this shit, look how we whip Yeah it's 360, all in the wrist Got a bad bitch she from the 6 Come to Miami, sucking on dick Yeah she wild and super childish, always on Instagram, wilding it And she thinks that she a model, never tryna get off topic What she do, yeah she ride, yeah she slide, yeah she cry I don't really give a f*ck because you know my niggas die for me We don't give a f*ck, because we coming from the 423 got some pretty bitches on my line, and yeah they focus on me, yeah they love it, yeah they know they can stay undercover, under the covers, we undercover lovers, and you know that bitch she wanted love (Got this bitch and yeah she wanna ride my dick) (And yeah she wanna come and chill with the clique) (I don't give a f*ck though) And I don't really care about them basics tell a bitch go straight to the basement I'm a growl that grew from pavement these niggas don't over phase me Yeah I got the crown of the city, my niggas they riding on with me They got the 223's and the 556's and they always up in, ah f*ck Back in this bitch, I can act up Yeah I didn't even really mean to mess up But I'm back in this bitch and I'm back in this shit And I got my Glock 9 and it's got 30 round clips My niggas ride, I already said it But you know this shit I need to call Reverend I need to see it cause niggas is dead Yeah that nigga got one right in the head Yeah that niggah he calling that kin Robbers and killers are trapping me dead Hiding these diamonds up under the porch Fucking your liberty, taking your torch Yeah that niggah he calling that kin Robbers and killers are trapping me dead Hiding these diamonds up under the porch Fucking your liberty, taking your torch Hickory dickory, smoke on my dickory, f*ck with the gang and you messing with misery Not presidential but fucking with Hillary, drugs like a centipede, hit like an enemy Drip like the centerpiece, drugs in the ketamine, uh Hit a bad bitch with the baseball, uhh, 45 kids and they're pissed off Caught a bad bitch with the pants off, uhh Niggahs pop pills on the theme song, uhh We make a deal for a reason, uh, smoking that weed for no reason, uh, vols coming back for a season, uh Dope dealer where my killers at I'm a bad man with some fucking swag Get my collar popped, my jacket tucked