The Real Goonie Jay - Ghost

Pull up in a ghost
Stars in the cieling I'm doing the most
Poppin a bottle got black and the blue and the gold
Every kind of belaire that we toast
The teachers would tell me to get off my phone
Now the phone payin me Everytime that I post
I move with precision I don't got a blick
But the car beside me got a gun with a scope
I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young
And I'm white so I know they might plot on low
That's why I'm riding out dangerous
Goonie genetics you know what I bang on the low
I be with Dubba Dubba pass the 40 to him if I tell him do it he gon blow
I be on 91 the car take 93 I need 100 a half for the smoke
I grow rapper weed this is too official
Pheno Huntin like I hang with berner,
Got the berner on me when I'm building
Caught the birdy spying so I shot the birdy
No chamilliomaire im riding dirty
I go da baby on em if he breaking in
I show the motherfucker what the fuck he earning
See you in see you in hell piss on the fire to show you
It's murder in music

Pull up in a ghost
Stars in the cieling I'm doing the most
Poppin a bottle got black and the blue and the gold
Every kind of belaire that we toast
The teachers would tell me to get off my phone
Now the phone payin me Everytime that I post
I move with precision I don't got a blick
But the car beside me got a gun with a scope
I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young
And I'm white so I know they might plot on low

I take off the cieling and throw out the blunt
Smoking exotic and double my cup
Vip in every kind of degree
That you ever could think cuz I'm running it up
I got celebrities buyin my cuts
I match ya favorite rapper on a blunt
I'm going state to state serve a couple plates
And I promise I'm good for the month
I live the life that you wana live
See I made it happen I didn't sit
And I would by lying if I said
I never had in's that's closer than I should get
People gon follow the vision
When they shinen but never believe the dream
That's how I know who was official
And who get to bitchin you see that shit in the end

Pull up in a ghost
Stars in the cieling I'm doing the most
Poppin a bottle got black and the blue and the gold
Every kind of belaire that we toast
The teachers would tell me to get off my phone
Now the phone payin me Everytime that I post
I move with precision I don't got a blick
But the car beside me got a gun with a scope
I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young
And I'm white so I know they might plot on low