[Intro: ghosty punk]
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours (Mm-mm-mm, yeah, uh)
Hundred bands (Uh, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1 : ghosty punk]
I just wanna break shit
Got another car up in the driveway
When they do two, three shots like they don't miss (Pow-pow)
I ain't never bettin' on a high stake
Couldn't you wanna 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 shit anymore?
Don't know, ask daddy
Pity, got caught with an addy
Cuts on my body like a rapper with a xanny
Sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
She wanna fuck me over but she call me daddy
High like a jet, I'm fly as fuck
This bitch on my dick, she bad as fuck
Pull up in a clown car, honk honk, that's a real bad bitch
If you wanna get the fuck out my—

[Chorus: ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
[Verse 2: VXLT]
Yeah I got blood on my cap
I can't fuck with these fake ass bitches, stay clear (Stay clear)
Sippin' on that gin so I face my fears (My fears)
Now I'm spittin' fire on my pool boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah), get in, let's go
We on the way to the plug (To the plug, shit)
'Cause we runnin' up packages, gave 'em away, shit (Nah)
Too many customers wait on my block (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma climb to the top, that's flow, bitch (Yeah, yeah, okay)
Get the fuck out my ride
Tell you once, I don't switch
Money on me, take it off, I don't do that dogshit (Yeah, yeah)
Crystal clear, hope that's crystal clear, I might get in this rap, shit (Woah, woah, woah)
Ludicrous, that shit ludicrous, so I say get the fuck out my—

[Chorus: ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)