Ghost Of Trish - Hardo, Deezlee

Nigga, I’m the Ghost Of Trish

Hey, hey, hey… hey

GIP my nigga Trish

Free my nigga Gutter man

You know how we rock it

Trapple retraining, huh

Rhyme on my hood, I got ten on me

When a nigga getting beef, I’m putting ten on him

And that’s a lot gwap, when you coming from the block

Had a whole bird tryna to spend dead money

Work for a hundred gran, I ain’t up yet

Lost twenty Benz, I ain’t upset

If a nigga was mad, I’d be writing with my med

Tryna smoke any nigga that’s a suspect

Dress in all black like Acon

With a hood on my head like Trayvon

Bitch Imma boss like Eva, looking like a slave

Young nigga with a chain on

I’m the band, got a drum and a K nigga

That’s a hundred shots in a grave nigga

Twenty three what I like, talking bout a car like bitch

Imma your pay nigga

Post her with a pop with an X on, GIP tell my nigga Teflon

I ain’t tryna be slipping, he got kilt in the kitchen

So I walk around mad with a vest on

Rapping with my thread pound six nigga

Took a couple shots to the ribs nigga

Mother fuck the law, I’m the closet thing to God

Call me Dizzy, Allah, I ain’t dead nigga

Hey, hey… hey

GG on my fucking hit, if I pull it I won’t miss

Made a killing selling piss, nigga I’m the Ghost Of Trish

For my nigga Trish I’m going to spend on him

AK hanging at the Benz on him

Fire on my men, then we try to make amends

We can bank, we can start to make an end to him

Laid by the gun, you’re going die by it

Trish got late and I night fly, took two and Dizzy took five

That’s a total shots of seven for my crime ties

No planning trying to get the job done

AKs motherfucking handgun, been through it all

I don’t kidding at a man just a young nigga trying to get some grandson

Pops got a bands of my grandson, tell him, working in all on my Samsung

Nigga living ugly but I’m handsome

Get it out the mall, man stuck, tell him band some

Chopping harder, bitch

Fuck the mall, I’m just living for the day nigga

No nigga, just me and my K nigga

Bitch, I’m riding round town just to gun a nigga down

Imma load, Trish’s killers in face nigga

For a dollar, Mike had a gun first

Ask Dizzy, I just put it in dumb work

No badge, no snares, no none a that nigga

When I first figured out how a drum work

Now I killing these niggas, it’s simple

Got a Glock, 23 H stando

When I went away to prison, I was coming home chilling

But that chill shit went right out the window

Tell them put another nigga in the grave yard

GIP to all my niggas in the grave yard

Thought I told you motherfuckers

We don’t tow handguns, just Ak, SKs and AR

Trapping harder, bitch