GHOST FREESTYLE

I hit my boy and ask him for a couple grams
Got her in her feelings now she askin for the xans
Got him feelin perky so we go where gang will land
When I'm on the maggy imma turn her to a fan like
BLAM

Got me on my astro shit
Got the mode sicko feelin psycho wit a clip
Got me high as ever my endeavour never slip
Send my boy the addy like its time we getting lit
Thas it

Throw a couple shots and then I'll bounce about
Threatenin wit 30 shots like whats this talk about
She beggin yes like when we rollin on a roundabout
I'm the best so hit me when you find your doubt

I'm on this new sound
I'm on this new wave
Switchin flows so much they wonder why no bars late
I'm on this new shit
Swear you'll never do this
And when I'm free I leave your eyes and ears clueless

I'm on that freestyle shit
That no pen on a bitch
Bars cocky but I'm writing from the dome like a zit
No note shit
Ain't no ghost shit
I'm making every motherfucker wish they wrote this