Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Total Concentration, artist - Ghosts in the RoomDate of issue: 31.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Total Concentration |
| Ayy, Kerser, what up homie? |
| I tell my bitch just be patient |
| Nah, fuck that, I tell my bitch take the vacation |
| Take her family with her and lace 'em (go 'head) |
| What I’m doing in these streets |
| I need total concentration |
| She know how much time I’m facing, she just say that she just looking now |
| She know how I feel about them messy bitches at my house |
| I don’t need no middleman, I let my junkies test it out |
| So much coke in this compartment, got my driver stressin' out |
| You have no idea how many ounces I’ve been stretching now |
| All these niggas owe me rent, I can’t wait to catch 'em out |
| Bitches talking shit on tour, they can’t wait to see what this ‘bout |
| I take everything seri', can’t play me with your mouth |
| I make sure that they hear us, I don’t talk behind no backs |
| I don’t go for disrespect and I don’t play ‘bout moving they sack, that’s a fact |
| I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for |
| A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) |
| I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work) |
| A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) |
| Ooh, that iPad and that iPhone, I work hard from both |
| Mix the molly with the lean and we gone have a toast |
| Stuntin' like I ain’t got shit, I hustle hard the most |
| Stuntin' like I ain’t got shit, I hustle hard the most |
| The Bentley Coupe, the Maybach, shit, I might just cop the Ghost (skrrr skrrr) |
| A hundred-thousand on the weekend, I can’t brag or boast |
| They call me Mr Fire Marshall, sellin' out the coast |
| The police station down the club before I do the show |
| Got a iced out watch, got a iced out chain |
| Got some iced out ears and a iced out ring |
| Got a big bankroll and it won’t even fold |
| Put it in the pot, nigga, drop it in the bowl |
| Twenty-four hours, trap don’t even close |
| Got money by the pound, got pounds by the low |
| Catch me in a Louis store buying up the store |
| Got cash on fire, nigga, everything’s go |
| I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for |
| A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) |
| I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work) |
| A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) |
| I told her suck my dick, I’m ‘bout to pour my cup |
| She had the camera on, I said, «Don't you record, you cunt» |
| Wait a minute, Aussie accent got ‘em trippin' out |
| I’m so disrespectful, find your boys grave and I dig him out |
| What we about? |
| We about the pay |
| Search the name, it’s curse with a K (Kerser) |
| Half 'em boys are all locked away |
| Try tell them put the Glocks away |
| Who said Sydney ain’t raw? |
| Shit, I’m laughing at that |
| Got a shooter who can put your fuckin' heart through your back |
| Buyin' new cars that’s old to me, shout to the boys in stolen Jeeps |
| Back in Campbelltown we never had no silver spoon (nah) |
| The junkies had it, shootin' up, we’d watch the dealers cruise |
| Down by the beach in the house I bought |
| Pull out big cash, can’t count it all (fuck) |
| Skinny white cunt and I walk with a chainsaw |
| 'Kay, I gotta stop, this is all I got paid for |
| I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for |
| A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) |
| I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work) |
| A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) |
| Ooh |
| Ghost, what up though? |
| Buck |
| Y’all know wassup |