Curtis May

Yeah, uh-huh

We back at it again, baby

Ayo, do me a favor, yo' shut those blinds

Count this money over here, yeah

Yo, yo, where that wine at? (Yeah)

I need that Sequoia Grove and shit, ya heard?

Yap City for life, this how we dive in, alright?

Check this fly shit, let's go

We made it work over a baby stove

Flights to Saint Lucia, hid the coke in the baby clothes

Crushed ecstasy stuffed in the lining of bibs

Your head mounted in the walls of the crib

All we do is sit back and laugh, crack beers

Hang my keys on your face, sittin' next to a deer

My new porn star in your earth, I casted her

Let her wear my jewelry after we fuck, they was callin' her Africa

Shanell, when she was bringin' me fruit, learned my vernacular

Stalks throw on the cape like Dracula

Cris Carter, Sidney Poitier, 1942, bust a lil' .38

I asked God to forgive me, I hopped over a pearly gate

Played the soundtrack of my life, he set the record straight

Had niggas out there robbin' for that purple taste

Chains got snatched, grills got ripped, tripled the murder rate

These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs

Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas

Nah, might as well hang niggas

A verse swap, come again if it's great business

These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs

Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas

Nah, might as well hang niggas

A verse swap, come again if it's great business

Yeah, another twin ghost experience

Trinity ghost from the top point of the pyramid

Meaning I'm aligned with the stars (I'm aligned)

Got body and got soul, divine with the bars

The streets was a nigga's office

Patek matchin' the British walkers

That deal too small, make a bigger offer

Off the porch to a Porsche, I need bigger portions

More than one Ghost, well, that's a double ghost

Violate, it's holes in your bubble coat

Mob ties, mob lies

Connected with niggas that used to smoke and think

My clientele supreme

Ashamed that I left the Deen for the triple beam

But nowadays, I'm livin' clean

Know I'm gettin' cream from givin' niggas they green (it's Ghost)

These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs

Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas

Nah, might as well hang niggas

A verse swap, come again if it's great business

These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs

Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas

Nah, might as well hang niggas

A verse swap, come again if it's great business

Up the hammer to the cross, I'm nailin' 'em

And if my man try to jam me in a case like Lil Durk, I Melly 'em (Brr)

Backshot then I'm mailin' 'em (talk to 'em)

Excuse me, fam, the Wally's fuchsia and tan, I'm peanut butter and jelly 'em

Raisin' hell in that jail, ask my new celly where the hell he from

Now they look at my life and see how well he done

I'm not a star, I'm just a guy that's always takin' shit too far

Shoot out the back of a car

Uh, rollin' my own chronic in my cigar

We all gotta be honest, kindness to God

If a nigga play with us then his problems promised to God

He on the receivin' end of a lot of bodily scars

I'm pushin' a new Mercedes-Benz without a license

I'm Heisenberg with the rice and my words is decisive

Bricks of white shit over there where that rice is

And in a minute, I'ma be the richest and the nicest

These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs

Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas

Nah, might as well hang niggas

A verse swap, come again if it's great business

These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs

Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas

Nah, might as well hang niggas

A verse swap, come again if it's great business