carey out - mia ghost lyrics
how the f*ck these n*ggas claim they pop sh*t they don’t even pop out
if i’m popping out with re we gone rock out
bro ah get yo ass chopped down put them glocks down
if you on the wrong type of time, we ah make you clock out
n*ggas rapping and they posting bout the sh*t they not bout
gang said he all ten, so he in, he not out
best believe we don’t cop pleas and we don’t cop out
bro ain’t shooting out no moving car he bound to hop out
if i catch you out in traffic then i’m tweaking out
i’m hanging out with no mask they gotta see me now
b*tch they was hating back then they wanna be me now
makе a n*gga tuck his tail when he see me out
can’t wait to see you out
b*tch i’m riding with a fully automatic, catch my cousin, lеave em leaking out
or catch leeky out
oh he said he a demon, bring the demon out
b*tch i’m steaming now
catch a n*gga do some sh*t, we ain’t gone speak about
b*tch i did alotta sh*t that i can’t speak about
lame n*ggas out here d*cksuckin’ tryna be around
head f*cked up you see me out b*tch a heat around
b*tch i be around, but ion be around
n*gga you ah bout see me up before you see me down
cuffing rat hoes, look in the mirror you wanna see a clown
n*ggas bound to burn they self out i can see it now
me and ghost up in this b*tch and we wigging out
you wanna know what type of time we on? you betta figure out
i’m tryna see who got this p*ssy n*gga lo where his whereabouts
n*ggas tryna fit in for some clout, sh*t ion care about
you ah prolly get yo ass shot up, just for staring down
n*ggas was just f*cking scary, now they “scary” now
never was the type to waste my breath you ah get aired out
n*gga play stupid and get yo stupid ass carried out
the way i let this chop sing i brought carey out
use the 40 like a outfit, till i wear it out
they playing the opps in this b*tch i’m finna clear it out
snuck the glock in this b*tch i got the opps feeling weirded out
f*ck talking we tryna turn a n*gga into dust
n*gga f*ck sending a message we gone send em up
re really kobe he be tryna shoot it and ah clutch
n*ggas tryna text bro phone he tryna hit em up
a n*gga play with the gang we gone hit em up
b*tch i’m all in with this sh*t i ain’t giving up
when them jackboys come and take yo sh*t you betta give it up
spoke on who? grab my chop and ride out, ain’t gotta fill it up
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