Lyrics GhostRang/17 Summers - HWOARANG

GhostRang/17 Summers

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