"Ghost Blunts" lyrics

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy watch out, ayy watch out, ayy watch out
I need sum'-, I need sum' room in this bih'
I gotta get sum'-, I gotta get sum'-
I gotta get sum' room in this
I need space in this bih'
I need a room wit' sum' stick, I ka-, uh

I need a room wit' sum' stick, I kaboom
Think he ready to catch a hat, he ate shrooms
Wrap up my za, my blunt a cacoon
Soon as he heard fye he laid down in his room
I know you sum' pie, I'm tellin' you food
Shoot in the sky bettin' I hit at the moon
Nigga get high, hot air balloon
Walk through the woods wit' my fye I walk back out
Nigga get bucked for yo' thrill had a blackout
Too much fake za, shit make me tap out
We went at the same spot, nigga be capped out
These hoes goin', they got a stripper pole
If you opped out you get left in that road
Most of yo' b-roll gon' go to these hoes
You ain't shootin' shit, you ain't gotta reload
Woke up sick, I got some shit in my nose
I'll pull a 12 inch stick out my clothes
Take that boy phone, put some apps on this phone
Know she capped out, this bitch talkin' 'bout she my backbone
Look in my wardrobe you don't see nun' but black clothes
Any kind of race, I be gettin' tired of black hoes
I don't got no pace, I be droppin' my-