Gunna — Seen a Ghost

[Intro: Lil Duke] Billboard Hitmakers Got some pretty bad bitches and they play they role And I done seen a lot of bad bitches come and go, yeah, what? [Verse 1: Lil Duke] I’m sharp as a needle these niggas ain’t sein’ me Can’t give my heart to no bitch, cause I’m too scared that bitch gon’ cheat on me (Can’t give my heart to no bitch) Ain’t talkin’ no Easter high when I be sayin’ I got that lean on me Fell asleep at the light and woke up and thought this all was a fuckin’ dream Walkin’ on stages, they screamin’ now [?] the bad bitches to beat it down You cuffin’ these hoes, puttin’ missions round’ Young Stoner Life, I’m with the fuckin’ fam Sharp with that money, I’m on you like bounty I ran it up and I don’t get allowance And I’m so booted up on Miley Cyrus Party in the hills, you know that It’s private Givn’ out jobs to these bitches, I’m hiring Aye, cannot trust these bitches they, lyin’ She lovin’ my vibe and she geekin’, excited She so bad, but I one night it So in love, fussin’ and fightin’ Ready to start a whole riot I got a bitch named Mariah Call up yo’ friends, we gon’ try em’ [Chorus: Gunna] Call up yo’ friends lil baby Drank you some Hen, lil baby We spendin’ money lil baby We got them hundreds lil baby We got them blue babies We count that money everyday Stacked up them chips like Frito-Lay Thought I seen a ghost, but it was a Wraith [Verse 2: Gunna] Got these niggas jealous (They jealous) They lookin’ bad, niggas petty Too much talkin’, niggas tellin’ You thawin’ out and I can smell it You pillow talkin’ to these bitches Watch how we stack it up and get these riches We pickin’ up the backend in these cities Rockstar, we slutin’ bitches in the telly I got some green twenties, look like relish Got them new forty pointers, they for heavy Choppa gon’ chop a nigga like machete Choppin’ some Wop and I ain’t talkin Fetty We hit that block, call that nigga out My nigga let off shots till that nigga dead Lulu’ still standin’, caught one in the head Free all my niggas locked up in the feds, for real I do this shit with no deal Feed my family, do this shit for a meal Too much pain, I had to pop me a pill Pour the drank and take a flight on the Leer Killmore in the front, the top in the rear Diamonds cold, them bitches froze in my ear Call them bitches, we gon’ meet em’ at Fifths Drop the back, them bitches think I’m a pimp [Chorus: Gunna] Call up yo’ friends lil baby Drank you some Hen, lil baby We spendin’ money lil baby We got them hundreds lil baby We got them blue babies We count that money everyday Stacked up them chips like Frito-Lay Thought I seen a ghost, but it was a Wraith