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ghost the menace - "slide for the season" lyrics

[intro: yb nova & ghost the menace of bloodhill sector]
(ayy trigga, load that drum up)
yeah, yeah, bloodhill, b+tch
yb nova in this—man, y’all know what time it is
ghost, talk to ’em
(brrrr—bow! bow!)

[chorus: ghost & yb nova]
i said i need it, mask on, glock out, i’m creepin’
big .30 with a beam, i don’t need a reason
slide down your street, leave brains on the cement
caught a snitch lackin’, now his jawpiece tweakin’
ain’t no peace in the field, just static
hollow tips flip his whip, that’s tragic
i don’t do no talkin’, i’m ratchet
pull up like it’s nothin’, get nasty
f+ck a plea, we thuggin’ ’til the reaper greet us
life full of demons, ain’t sh+t jesus
got a chop on my shoulder like i’m playin’ the reaper
money, war, and blood, that’s my triple feature

[verse 1: ghost (bloodhill sector)]
b+tch, i’m posted up where thе sirens cry
out in zone 9 wherе the youngins die
got a beam on the stick, put it between his eyes
heard he talkin’ that rah+rah, now he televised
backdoor deals in a rusted van
twelve tried to sweep, but we slid again
got a k with a scope like a cameraman
got a b+tch named trouble, and she love to scam
my block got rules, you f+ck up, we press you
big ar, f+ck a vest, it’ll stretch you
ain’t no love, we don’t trust no rescue
when we slide, it’s a hunt, we test you
blood on my hoodie from the last one i flipped
call me ghost ’cause the opps get clipped
made three songs in a day, all hits
still got a glock on my lap in the whip
[chorus: yb nova & ghost]
i said i need it, mask on, glock out, i’m creepin’
big .30 with a beam, i don’t need a reason
slide down your street, leave brains on the cement
caught a snitch lackin’, now his jawpiece tweakin’
ain’t no peace in the field, just static
hollow tips flip his whip, that’s tragic
i don’t do no talkin’, i’m ratchet
pull up like it’s nothin’, get nasty
f+ck a plea, we thuggin’ ’til the reaper greet us
life full of demons, ain’t sh+t jesus
got a chop on my shoulder like i’m playin’ the reaper
money, war, and blood, that’s my triple feature

[verse 2: yb nova]
yb nova, b+tch, i’m wild like a pit
say my name, i’ma slide with a stick
i don’t care if he kin, he a l!ck
he gon’ talk to this drum if he trip
got packs in the couch and a stick in the attic
shootouts in the back, b+tch, it’s cinematic
f+ck love, i’m toxic, dramatic
all black hoodie, heart full of havoc
new stick got a switch, it spazz
turn a whole car chase to a bloodbath
i done ran from the law, still laughed
gave my main ho a mag, no cap
n+ggas wanna tweet, then delete
i’m at his door like uber eats
f+ck rap, i still clutch in the seats
still thuggin’ in the booth with a tec by the beat
[bridge: ghost]
got smoke in my lungs, war on my mind
k!llers in the cut like they snortin’ lines
if it’s up, then it’s stuck, that’s fine
we gon’ slide through the summer, one body at a time

[outro: yb nova]
this summer belong to the k!llers, b+tch
bloodhill sh+t, ghost, yb nova
slide for the season—ya heard?
(brrrr—bow!)

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