[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE]
Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Mama always told me not to say nun mean
Well my daddy told me "stick a motherfucker when you need"
Safe to say I took the lesson from my pops, look at me, 23
Never been payin' respect to those who don't believe
K-R-double E-P in the S-T-R-double E-T-Z
With a Hennessy [?] on my feet
Drink till my liver can't take no more n' my soul tell me to take it slow
I do not have no self control and I'm always about to explode
Put a motherfucker in the ground
Next to a stone that says "I fuck with GHOSTE"
I hustle for my cash and then I don't know where it goes
Start a week with two G's
But by Sunday night I'm broke, never mind
Cause I still make more than you would ever post online
Where you stay sittin' in your grandma's home

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE]
Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave
Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave
[Verse 2: Lil Infamous]
Bitch I got eyes like a sparrow
Double barrel, pull out bone marrow
None narrow, never on your throat choke on this metal
Never leave my home without the chrome, chaperone
Shawty is mad at me cause I am run from collateral
And I’m compatible with these bandanas or doing drugs
The sicker ones are underneath the Tommy gun
Bullets travel, better run like it’s a fucking triathlon
I pull out the stretcher
These hollow rounds in n***as like Hannibal Lecter
The 44 under the dresser like a compressor
Van is special when I catch em

[Verse 3: LOCODUNIT]
Must not know that I snatch his lips right off his face
Take your bitch and pick her up and throw her in a phantom state
Bitch, I need my mula up front so I don't play about my cake
Tie you up and lay you in the middle of the interstate
You a [?] fucking with my lonesome
Smack you with that pistol till your nuts close to stun gun
Bitch, Loco better, hoe, I'm killing for a Honda
Send a pair of hollow tips straight through your eardrums
Okay now

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE]
Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave
Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave
[Outro: Ghostemane]
Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave