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ghosty punk - gfto lyrics

[intro: ghosty punk]
twenty+four hours
twenty+four hours (mmm) (yeah)
hundred bands (uh, yeah, ay)

[verse 1 : ghosty punk]
i just wanna break sh+t
got another car up in the driveway
when they do two, three shots like they don’t miss
i ain’t never been out on a high stake
[?] when they get a little christian dior
they don’t really make ’em like this anymore
run it like a three+point shot at the core
(does anybody make real sh+t anymore?)
don’t know, ask daddy
pity he got caught with an addy
cops on my body like a rapper with a xanny
sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
she wanna f+ck me over but she call me daddy
high like a jet, i’m fly as f+ck
this b+tch on my d+ck, she bad as f+ck
pull up in a clown car, honk honk, that’s a real bad b+tch
if she wanna get the f+ck out my

[chorus: ghosty punk]
ride, ride, ride (get the f+ck out my)
ride, ride, ride (let’s go)
ride, ride, ride (get the f+ck out my)
ride, ride, ride (let’s go)
[verse 2: vxlt]
yeah i got blood on my cap
i can’t f+ck with these fake ass b+tches, they clear
sippin’ on that gin so i face my fears
now i’m spittin’ fire on my pool boy, get in, let’s go
we on the way to the plug ’cause we runnin’ up packages, gave ’em away, sh+t
too many customers waitin’ on my block, [?], b+tch
get the f+ck out my ride
tell you once i do the [?]
money on me, take it off, i don’t do that dogsh+t
crystal clear, hope that’s crystal clear, [?] sh+t
ludicrous, that sh+t ludicrous, so i say get the f+ck out my

[chorus: ghosty punk]
ride, ride, ride (get the f+ck out my)
ride, ride, ride (let’s go)
ride, ride, ride (get the f+ck out my)
ride, ride, ride (let’s go)
ride, ride, ride (get the f+ck out my)
ride, ride, ride (let’s go)
ride, ride, ride (get the f+ck out my)
ride, ride, ride (let’s go)

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