​gosthen. by thorrill Lyrics

‎‎[‎‎intro]
Yeah!

[verse: 1]
Couldn't give two fucks!
Ya lil finna pull up!
Get hit, two guns!
Posted with a big drum!
You're stuck up with that bullshit say you got five bands in your pocket, yuh!
Pull up on 'em, boot him and his brother!
Shoot him with the motherfucking rocket, yuh!
Pull up on 'em, chin check, yuh!
Pull up on 'em like what's up? yuh!
Ain't nobody ever gave a fuck, yuh!
I know he ain't putting up a fight, yuh!
Blade to his neck, cut the boy twice!
He ain't feeling right, yuh!
If he push up tryna revenge, fuck it, cut him leave him on a spike, yuh!
YEAH, YUH!

[verse: 2]
I ain't even talking shit, when i pull it out, ima let it rain on 'em!
Pussy ass boy talk behind my back, say it to my face, bro
You ain't even toting guns, so why you talk about it?
And your main hoe probably hate ya!
Fucking faggot ass want to talk talk 'till i pull up, no he ain't saying nothin'
"haha.. i heard you a bitch?"
Yeah, i been known!
And that big bank (you ain't got) you can't even stack, you should be ashamed, bro!
Admit it, man, you ain't getting no fucking racks in your fucking bank, bro!
So quit talking 'bout all these motherfucking racks, you ain't getting paid, bro!