[INTRO] Go Go Bitch I’m in the line I been fly Big homie, I’m outside Count me up, hoe Go [HOOK] More ghosts than friends More dead than alive I’m in the line, I been fly Big homie outside Dead opp, dead homie Same block, different side Everybody say they killers Till it’s time to pick a side I don’t duck no smoke I don’t tuck no pride Count me up, hoe There’s more where that came from Go [VERSE] Boy, I worked for the mafia Whole lotta shit I can’t talk about Banned from a couple places Fuck it, I ain’t goin’ back now Vietnam on my ass Passport hot, still stamped out I been outside You just got outside That shit don’t count Big homie Game tight I choose up, never down The fuck I look like? My man snowball But the bitch game right Pretty bitch, black fit And the nails stay white Órale, rifa Rífale, smokin’ reefer Pick the hoe up off the blade Make sure shorty know the feature Otay down to Vegas Circus Circus with the people She chose up Now count it up Bring it back Then count it equal Go I got killers in my phone I got ghosts inside my head Half the people that I loved Either switched or fuckin’ dead So I really don’t be scared When a bitch say what she said You ain’t never been outside You just gangbang on the net Go [FAST POCKET] I’m in the line, I been fly I’m outside, bitch, slide Big homie, don’t ask why Game tight, bitch, that’s mine Choose up, don’t choose down Ten toes when shit go down Count me up, count me twice More where that came from now [HOOK] More ghosts than friends More dead than alive I’m in the line, I been fly Big homie outside Dead opp, dead homie Same block, different side Everybody say they killers Till it’s time to pick a side I don’t duck no smoke I don’t tuck no pride Count me up, hoe There’s more where that came from [VERSE 2] I ain’t no normal bitch Formal bitch Black dress to the floor and shit Rhinestone name on the piece Cute bitch with some morbid shit I don’t yell I don’t argue I get quiet when it’s serious Everybody gangsta online In person, whole mood different Go I been around that shit I know what that pressure do Bitch be tough with all her friends Catch her solo, different you Goofy bull pillow-talkin’ crazy That’s some shit a bitch would do I don’t choose down for nobody Baby, who the fuck is you? Go Blade money Night money Count money Flight money Pretty hoe chose up Now she actin’ right for me Game recognize game Ain’t gotta say shit twice to me I been fly Been outside Ain’t nobody put stripes on mines [BREAK] Count me up Again Count me up Again There’s more where that came from Go [FINAL HOOK] More ghosts than friends More dead than alive I’m in the line, I been fly Big homie outside Dead opp, dead homie Whole lotta shit survived I don’t talk about what happened I just look ’em in the eyes Game tight Still outside Choose up Pick a side Count me up, hoe There’s more where that came from Go More where that came from Bitch.
