Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Trish , by - Hardo. Release date: 30.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghost Of Trish |
| Nigga, I’m the Ghost Of Trish |
| Hey, hey, hey… hey |
| GIP my nigga Trish |
| Free my nigga Gutter man |
| You know how we rock it |
| Trapple retraining, huh |
| Rhyme on my hood, I got ten on me |
| When a nigga getting beef, I’m putting ten on him |
| And that’s a lot gwap, when you coming from the block |
| Had a whole bird tryna to spend dead money |
| Work for a hundred gran, I ain’t up yet |
| Lost twenty Benz, I ain’t upset |
| If a nigga was mad, I’d be writing with my med |
| Tryna smoke any nigga that’s a suspect |
| Dress in all black like Acon |
| With a hood on my head like Trayvon |
| Bitch Imma boss like Eva, looking like a slave |
| Young nigga with a chain on |
| I’m the band, got a drum and a K nigga |
| That’s a hundred shots in a grave nigga |
| Twenty three what I like, talking bout a car like bitch |
| Imma your pay nigga |
| Post her with a pop with an X on, GIP tell my nigga Teflon |
| I ain’t tryna be slipping, he got kilt in the kitchen |
| So I walk around mad with a vest on |
| Rapping with my thread pound six nigga |
| Took a couple shots to the ribs nigga |
| Mother fuck the law, I’m the closet thing to God |
| Call me Dizzy, Allah, I ain’t dead nigga |
| Hey, hey… hey |
| GG on my fucking hit, if I pull it I won’t miss |
| Made a killing selling piss, nigga I’m the Ghost Of Trish |
| For my nigga Trish I’m going to spend on him |
| AK hanging at the Benz on him |
| Fire on my men, then we try to make amends |
| We can bank, we can start to make an end to him |
| Laid by the gun, you’re going die by it |
| Trish got late and I night fly, took two and Dizzy took five |
| That’s a total shots of seven for my crime ties |
| No planning trying to get the job done |
| AKs motherfucking handgun, been through it all |
| I don’t kidding at a man just a young nigga trying to get some grandson |
| Pops got a bands of my grandson, tell him, working in all on my Samsung |
| Nigga living ugly but I’m handsome |
| Get it out the mall, man stuck, tell him band some |
| Chopping harder, bitch |
| Fuck the mall, I’m just living for the day nigga |
| No nigga, just me and my K nigga |
| Bitch, I’m riding round town just to gun a nigga down |
| Imma load, Trish’s killers in face nigga |
| For a dollar, Mike had a gun first |
| Ask Dizzy, I just put it in dumb work |
| No badge, no snares, no none a that nigga |
| When I first figured out how a drum work |
| Now I killing these niggas, it’s simple |
| Got a Glock, 23 H stando |
| When I went away to prison, I was coming home chilling |
| But that chill shit went right out the window |
| Tell them put another nigga in the grave yard |
| GIP to all my niggas in the grave yard |
| Thought I told you motherfuckers |
| We don’t tow handguns, just Ak, SKs and AR |
| Trapping harder, bitch |