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polat han - ghost / riding solo lyrics

[verse 1]
yuh, ’cause i can’t hang with none of these lames i’m riding solo
get that cash and double it back i’m f+cking focused
sip that gin and clip my bl!ck, i keep it close
can’t n0body spot me on watch, i’m goin’ ghost
spent my whole life on that road i’m never home
been throughout everything with my gang, you know we bros
they be yellin’ out, “watch ya back for the rats”
’cause the trap don’t know
when the bl!ck on my d+ck gon’ blow
hit the ricks cop the whole d+mn f+ckin’ store
p+ssin’ out all this alcohol
oh, my systems f+cking toast
if you playin’ ’round with my name
don’t tell me that sh+t was a f+cking jos’
sippin’ exotic wockhardt, this that sh+t you’ll never know
how fast is ya life gon’ go?
how trash is the sh+t you sold?
questions you can’t answer ‘causе my bl!ck already told
clutching on that forty piece whеn that b+tch won’t leave me ‘lone
i’m moving with the smoke call me cena goin’ ghost
ha, haha, yuh, every move i make on my own is f+cking bold
you can’t hang around with my gang, you f+cking bogus
sippin’ on that sh+t you can’t even see, it’s f+cking foggy

[verse 2]
yuh, ’cause i can’t hang with none of these lames, i’m riding solo
what!
han gang, han gang, han gang
i’m making it back
talkin’ a sum, it’s about hundred racks, and i’m making it back
yuh, i’m making it back
whatever they selling i’m taking and flipping about hundred racks
i’m trippin’ off bands while f+cking a fan, she just don’t understand
i’m toting that k and spraying anybody who get in my way
talking ’bout racks yall don’t really get that
f+cking a b+tch i don’t ever chit chat
hit up my phone i ain’t never text back
sipping that hi+tec you can’t taste that
left you on read i ain’t never reply
call up my phone and you gettin’ a bot
i ain’t trippin’ off nothing but hoes in my mind
test me again, is you try’na find god?
[outro]
ghost!

- polat han lyrics

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