Ghost Glock lyrics

by

Trippie Redd



[Chorus]
I got one in the chamber, two with the laser
Three different flavors, four hoes naked
Five b*tches jumpin' in a two-door spaceship
Pourin' yellow Tussin and some Wock', I'm with the Lakers

[Verse 1]
Shawty look good, I taste her
Rollin' up a real big 'Wood, I face her
Man, I wish a punk-b*tch would, I'll face him
Talkin' all that DoodleBob, I'll erase him
Where my keys, b*tch? Where my lean, b*tch?
Where yo' b*tch at? Where her spleen, b*tch?
Livin' green, b*tch, countin' cheese, b*tch
Lemon squeeze, b*tch, bow, bow, bow

[Chorus]
I got one in the chamber, two with the laser
Three different flavors, four hoes naked
Five b*tches jumpin' in a two-door spaceship
Pourin' yellow Tussin and some Wock', I'm with the Lakers

[Verse 2]
Better watch your life 'fore I take it
Chillin' in your own damn world, I earthquake it
They wanna bring me down, 'til they satisfied
I'm the big cat baby I got nine lives
They wanna see me at the bottom, yeah yeah
f*ck you mean I got a problem? huh, hell yeah
Capital P I keep it polished, baby, hell yeah
Just know you one of many problems
[Chorus]
I got one in the chamber, two with the laser
Three different flavors, four hoes naked
Five b*tches jumpin' in a two-door spaceship
Pourin' yellow Tussin and some Wock', I'm with the Lakers
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