GhostRang/17 Summers - HWOARANG

GhostRang

Ghost writer?

I ain’t got no ghost writer

Fuck a ghost writer

These rappers ghost

Who need writers

That’s cause u ain’t writing bout shiiiiiittt

You ain’t rapping bout shiiiiitttt

Singing Sounding like a bitch

Told you these niggas corny

You can see it they shiiiittttt

I ain’t puttin Drake on my song

He better feature me

Show em that Betty Crocker

This that real heat

, turn them soft ass beats to s’mores

Who let these can head niggas ⛽️

Through the door

Yeah I’m taking shots if u not sure

Lik a Lik a Liquor shot

I’m drunk at the shore

17 summers

How many more?

June 25

Introduced by the lord

He said

I gave u talent for a reason

I know they out here scheming

But the gift is in your blood

Streaming

And if u stand for it

You’ll be undefeated

Daaammnnnn

Am I the shit

Or is that this heaven sceeeennnntttt

Y yo album gone with the wind?

Only ghost

When I’m Abseeeennntttt

Chasing after Barbie

Poor little ken

I guess u was dream chasin

Don’t periscope you

Just scope you

Now the beam chasin

Soul in a new location

No hatin

Know my aimin

Like Damon

It’ll make you dash

You think u Jay Z?

Y do I ask?

Referring to dead presidents

When we on to the next one

Get that dirt off your shoulders

Even God kno U ain’t the best one

Must be drinking out the holy grail

I’m like holy hell

We said no

He thought we said yeah

We numb to em

But he thinking encore

He think he hardcore

And he be with this shit all night

And never lived the Hard Knock Life

…so to all that shit u pop

Show me what you got

I’m a Renegade bitch

Fuck around

Moment of clarity

Spit gorilla clips

Let’s me change guns

Spit bullets

That ain’t no fun

I be high a lot

Had to tell em wuts up

Wild ass nigga

Who Rang

Who give a fuck?

Looking for a crazy girl

Young, single, & sexy

I’m Hot right now

Tell her she can come test me

It’d be nice to Meet Ya

She trynna roc with a fella

We could roc the life

But no roc for life

Trynna fuck Rita Ora

Tell her bring that ass here

Been looking for her since last year

Of last year of last year

Skreech

These niggas think I’m afraid to say names

Come get naked over here

Make faces like emojis

When they see me get mo G’s

Japanese Girls send bunny emojis

Bow wen she see me

It’s Whoarang

Think she kno me

Oooo

There’s the backwoods, blunts, papers

And some more leafs

She know I like ice cream

So she let me eat her mochi

I woke up in the morning

And thought Holy Moly

Get a young Kimor Lee

Trynna pull off in a Cor V

With these type of days who wouldn’t want to leave

So cut, tuck, roll … Light that shit up