[INTRO] "Dashing in the coupe… dipping on Police…" Ghost "Dashing in the coupe.." Gang [VERSE] Dashing in the coupe… dipping on Phoenix P.D. 3-65 Icy cold feelings all year,like the winter king Cold heart steppin’… cold chills... dismounted dancing (icy) On top Feelin' (spicy) Ho’s ho's ho's on me… they choosy- but love me Ghost gang… but stand alone (West Side) Fuck with me, light up your dome— Bang! (Ry- Ryu-kus) F-Fly, Fl-Fly guy just like Santa sleigh She look at me, says “I’m glad you came” Dancing she Prancin lil’ bae, I can make it rain So come put that Wap on me Stripper Aliens freakin geekin night before Christmas eve lay it down like paint Hot box the white house, fuck what they think Dash in the coupe Shawty on my lap, ghost sliding in the coupe- Ghost on the track riding in the coupe, She want me to l- l- l-lick her sweet cookie treat told her let me park, cause I'm driving can't you see— wow Life full of dope, and I'm shifting low Lay a hater underground— that’s an angel in the snow- Brrrt Heat up chills, never let the cold out Like an Eskimo, baby, I got a icy brick house [Bridge verse] Dash in the coupe- coupe hit the bank and dip I come with that bag — buy my own gifts Saucin’ with boo Bang!) I’m a winter ghost ’cause I got all the snow Dash- Dashing in the booth mop- mopping up this beat— call it case closed, when I wrap up the session ba-bad habit surviving my cremation [Verse] I'm Saucin’ paper chasin stay high, lowridin in space &, My energy always... amazing I run it up, don’t hit the bed, until my last bag out Feet heavy steps, sliding like the sleigh, fast life Put ’em in the bag, put ’em in the past, smelling like that ain't right Skrrt off in the coupe, do the race, disappear Big sleigh bag like the plug wit it I’m dope call me a bad habit She freaky, nasty- on my naughty list she wanna blow me, I might let her make a wish I'm Fly...like a UFO, to lit I’m floatin'- slow mo' like a Vegas show When she on that blow, call her Rudolph— watch her nose [HOOK] Snowflakes fallin’ on the ban-bando roof I been whippin’ through the night makin’ records Sing with me, yeah Studio lookin’ like a Mad house What the cops big mad about? I'm the gingerbread man can't catch me— Zoom My sleigh touch down, and the packs hit to Merry Christmas from the gang — Ghost, what it do — Gang! [ VERSE] Brought that heat with me, make you freeze when my fire stick melt Your girl wanna slide on my D, says she love how it felt Layered up, big tool on my belt I stay by my pole, drip colder every day— call me Mr. Freeze I light up n****s like Christmas trees No Saint Nicholas, I’m one of the gifted children All year I’m upliftin’ rhythm Never got off from the spirit in ’em She love calling me- Mr. G.H.O.S.T — that be on they wishlist No mistletoe and she still want the kiss No candy cane but she lick on the stick I finish quick but I start slow Then it’s deuces— Ghost Mode Call me Jack Frost ’cause my heart cold! [Bridge intro] Yeah… Mad House Music… Sing it… I’m dashing... spaceship pimpin’ Your ho & Ghost ridin we UFO glidin Candy cane stix... stickin her puss-ee, making her wet wetter H2O — she drippin’ I’m creepin’, smash on the low I’m with the gang in case a n**** act a ho He better think before we bang on you ho Red suits, red snow, red wine — matter fact It’s your brains on everythang Whip ice, call me Mr. Saint with the packs Sno fallin' in puss-see when I put her on her back (Ghost Playa!) Gettin’ daily bread — Ghost Gang off the couch Trap spot lookin’ like A.S.U. band house (boom boom!) Hi-ya! (Hi-ya?) Told myself as a kid when I get older I’ma get everything my parents couldn’t get Now all year long I buy my own shit Laughing all the way — shhh Lit like Christmas lights, make ’em hang like ornaments Red beam call it Rudolph when the red nose on my Glock All bitches, loving’ us - it's Ghost squad [Iconic bass guitar hard SOLO] [SLOW VERSE] We get it jumpin’ with the and-one — no lookin’ She wanna feel how the pole is… call me the North King She wanna own goddess throne....trap god queen She loves it, when I coming down her chimney Bad bitch top on the naughty list The way she swallow me think she illuminati.... when she drinks my blood (Yuck!) Whoa, My gang shitt'in— toilet bowl the opps Turn'in moods to crap — we steady dumpin’ (Shootin’ stars) Pull-pullin out my steel Pop-pop, the Grinch tryna steal presents like it's my gift ls, all my shit- home invasion Money on us.... look different my fans notice me— Ghost! (Yuup) I need… a spaceship To pimp in… Mad House Music Ghost squad… Ghost Gang creepin… dip in Glock singin’ like the Weekend- Low life (Low Life) Spaceship vibe… rocket league blastin’ off… feelin’ free Flying over planets… just my team and me Money on us.... look different [FINAL OUTRO: Fade] Snowflakes fallin’ when she dancin’ I been whippin’ through the Ice- ice baby, Dippin’ on police— zoom... I’m out... "Dashing in the coupe… whipping through the snow…"
