ghost town

(過去の自分と向き合う)
(Yeah, moodboard? There's no rules to moodboard, it's just-)
(4)

Pull up with the eight, come and try it
Shorty, she alright, take the top from bitch
Take flight, hell yeah, now I'm off the shits
Playin' pool in the party though
You the eight ball, you the last nigga she would hit
Stripes on my fit
You flexin' counterfeit
Thinkin' that you it, man, I think you out of it
Networkin', yeah, I'm gettin' bands in this bitch
Nett pulled up on me with a couple zips
Nigga, get a grip
Gotta keep the grip
Money on his head, we sendin' shooters in the ships
And I'm tryin' shit, I'm hopin' that it work out
They like, "Xav, you doin' five bands for a verse, how?"
Haha, he think he flexin' on me, he a whole clown
I got business boomin', tell 'em, "I don't know how"
And I'm smokin' loud, flexin' through the whole town
Baby, I'm sorry if I fucked up your pronouns
5.56, turn his hood into a ghost town

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