ghost boy - no line lyrics
i ain’t tryna call
i’m just tryna ball
i don’t got no time for texting
all day everyday flexing
f-ck a facetime
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
i ain’t tryna call
i’m just tryna ball
i don’t got no time for texting
all day everyday flexing
f-ck a facetime
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
i got money on the line
money on my mind
acting funny all the time
that bih bunny, looking fine
make her mine, but i won’t be anyone’s
gotta shine, ice pick up the ambiance
getting high, got kush louder than these drums
feeling fine, not without the medicine
b-tch i’m off a f-cking pill
you know what’s the f-cking deal
this is not a f-cking drill
everything we do is real
gotta k!ll, gotta some people i gotta k!ll
how that feel, letting it out how good that feel
all my bills, green and pink all of my bills
automobile, i be drifting, chilling, trill
on my tokyo sh-t (no ghoul)
you ain’t f-ck with my clique? (f-ck you)
little boy got all confused
i’m a fat man fat man, well that’s true
boutta blow up like these two suckers
oh sh-t maybe too edgy, a b-tch got cut off
i ain’t tryna call
i’m just tryna ball
i don’t got no time for texting
all day everyday flexing
f-ck a facetime
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
i ain’t tryna call
i’m just tryna ball
i don’t got no time for texting
all day everyday flexing
f-ck a facetime
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
making money all the time
this typa sh-t that be on my mind
suiting perfect, dripping fine
sipping on some red wine
making money, i’m a king
lil boy, i’m a plug
getting money, any means
lil boy i’m a thug
all my shoes, they too snug
s-xy height, this a curse
darkenss on me, getting worse
not long till my head bursts
only thing helping, guap and drugs
too long in the back, now i’ll be first
walking through this sh-t like, i’m rehe-rs-d
sucking on some t-tties just like a nurse
pharmaceutical, need me some prescriptions eh
all this true to the bone, there ain’t no fiction eh
no addiction ay
i’ve a condition ay
it’s the fruition ay
of my vision ay
i’m a motherf-cking visionary
mastermind sh-t
reading any tom and d-ck and harry
determined sh-t
cut the b-tch off now i gotta redefine sh-t
no more crying sleeping perfect living fine sh-t
i ain’t tryna call
i’m just tryna ball
i don’t got no time for texting
all day everyday flexing
f-ck a facetime
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
i ain’t tryna call
i’m just tryna ball
i don’t got no time for texting
all day everyday flexing
f-ck a facetime
all these b-tches waste mine
always on my grind
cos my money on the line
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