21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott) Lyrics

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott) Lyrics
Ghostface Killers
21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)
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    "Ghostface Killers." - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)

    Album: Without Warning
    Track No: 01
    Metro Boomin want some more, **** (Hey)
    Automatic (Auto)
    Automatics in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots
    Shoot the maggots with the pump
    Thottie naughty (Thot)
    Love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (Static)
    Pussy ****, run your charm (Hey)
    Ghostface killers (Killers)
    Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne
    At the top of the food chain (Hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah)
    No gang, shooter with no names (Brrt, brrt)
    We can play toll games
    The whole gang, kick in your door, mane (Hey)
    Yeah
    Put on the Patek, pavé setting, I'm a addict (Pavé)
    Break the mattress with a baddie on the Addy (Smash)
    Diamond glassy, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
    Michael Jackson with the fashion, bitch, I'm dabbin', yeah
    I do this shit on purpose, got these bitches slurpin'
    All your pockets on hurtin', ****, you could be my servant (Woo, woo)
    Go to the lot, and young ****, don't lease it, I purchase (Purchase)
    After I cut off a thot, I give her some money for services (Here)
    Wherever I go, the whole gang on go (Gang)
    Yeah, you cannot tame the ho because she want fame for sure (Tame)
    You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more
    I got a over-overload, look like I just sold my soul
    Aye, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas (Stripes)
    I got a foreign mamacita and I've been known to beat it (Mama)
    **** ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate (Brrt)
    Don't burn in the coupe, it's a Italy (Idiot)
    You **** is broke and it's pitiful
    Automatic (Auto)
    Automatics in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots
    Shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
    Thottie naughty (Thot)
    Love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (Static)
    Pussy ****, run your charm (Hey)
    Ghostface killers (Killers)
    Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne
    At the top of the food chain (Hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah)
    No gang, shooter with no names (Brrt, brrt)
    We can play toll games
    The whole gang, kick in your door, mane
    Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah, big bombs (21)
    Wonder Bread, man, make your bitch lick crumbs (Yeah)
    Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (Bling)
    Grab the hitstick, **** tryna blitz some
    Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke, boy (21)
    You broke-ass rappers food, issa po' boy (21)
    Everybody the same, all these **** sound alike (Dick riders)
    Fox 5 gang turn you to a candlelight
    Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
    Jamaican don dada
    Hang 'round the shottas
    Mad Max, ****, yeah, I hang with the killers (21)
    Planet of the Apes, yeah, I hang around gorillas (On God)
    I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
    You a fuck boy, we ain't with the horseplay (Bitch)
    Shrimp-ass ****, did you do your chores today? (21)
    Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)
    Automatic (Auto)
    Automatics in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots
    Shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
    Thottie naughty (Thot)
    Love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (Static)
    Pussy ****, run your charm (Hey)
    Ghostface killers (Killers)
    Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne
    At the top of the food chain (Hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah)
    No gang, shooter with no names (Brrt, brrt)
    We can play toll games
    The whole gang, kick in your door, mane
    Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (Yeah)
    Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
    Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (Yeah)
    Jumpin' out the public houses, don't you come outside (Straight up)
    Private status, tryna land a jet at Magic (It's lit)
    How you goin'?
    Goin' way up out my way to cut the traffic (Yeah)
    What you poppin'?
    Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance
    What you seein'?
    Bloody ass is what I'm seein', it's way too graphic
    Watch your fingers, 'cause the Cactus dangerous (Yeah)
    Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language (Alright)
    On the couches
    Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see
    She snort a mountain
    Rackades on the outfit'll make her bounce it
    Resurrect my life, yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
    Please, need the energy, only got a night, yeah (It's lit)
    Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (Yeah)
    I'm livin' for my **** that do life, yeah
    Automatic (Auto)
    Automatics in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots
    Shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
    Thottie naughty (Thot)
    Love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (Static)
    Pussy ****, run your charm (Hey)
    Ghostface killers (Killers)
    Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne
    At the top of the food chain (Hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah)
    No gang, shooter with no names (Brrt, brrt)
    We can play toll games
    The whole gang, kick in your door, mane

    Writer(s): Shayaa Joseph, Kiari Cephus, Leland Wayne & Jacques Webster II.

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