Ghost - Yo Trane

Baby, you’re a badass, not a softy

You’ve always been the type to fight for what you want

Never let a nigga pay for your shit

Never let a nigga disrespect you

Girl, you know you’re sweet that’s why they’re salty

A ghetto queen you know exactly what you want

That’s your birthday, gotta celebrate, yeah

Lot of pretty girls in here they wanna play some trap shit

Turnt up we’re excited

They gonna think we won a Grammy

I’m Offset she’s Cardi

Bitches jealous when she’s around me

I brought my niggas to the party

And they’re serving that Carley

Illegal shit, E’s, molly

Milly rock like carti

In New York and we’re mobbin

You do what you want when you’re poppin

A lot of you niggas are plottin

A lot of you niggas are bluffin

Me and shawty got options

And she’s about that action

(And she’s about it but she ain’t a buss down she ain’t gonna fool around, aye)

Yea she came in with the sauce

My bitch so loyal treat me like a boss

And I love the way she looking at me

She gonna treat you like a ghost

Yeah you’re a ghost boy, ghost boy

Ghost boy, ghost boy, ghost boy

She knows I’m a grown boy

She don’t hang with broke boys

Y’all ain’t making no noise

We don’t see you ghost boy

Where are you hiding lil boy?

Lost in the sauce

You can find her in the club

She’s taking drugs

And she’s not into making love

It’s fine with me

I guess she’s into getting rubbed so get it girl

Fuck a ring bitch I’m married to the streets though

Suffering I’ve been through a lot of shit though

Ouh she’s the type of girl that can relate to it

If you want some trouble let’s get straight to it

Let’s get reckless

She get ratchet

She stay looking fly as fuck your bitch basic

I like her cause she got her own

She want me cause I’m on my own

And shawty tryna live lavish

Fuck with me cause I ain’t average

And she came in with the sauce

My bitch so loyal treat me like a boss

And I love the way she looking at me

She gonna treat you like a ghost

Yeah, you’re a ghost boy, ghost boy

Ghost boy, ghost boy, ghost boy

She knows I’m a grown boy

She don’t hang with broke boys

Y’all ain’t making no noise

We don’t see you ghost boys

Where are you hiding lil boy?