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[Verse 1]
Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see

[Chorus]
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

[Verse 2]
The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need
Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean

[Chorus]
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

[Chorus]
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be
We don’t see what we used to see
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

[Outro]
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

[Hook]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

[Verse]
My lean cost more than your rent, ouu
Your momma still live in a tent, yeah
Still slanging dope in the jets, huh
Me and my grandma take meds, ouu
None of this shit be new to me
Fucking my teacher, call it tutory
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs
Fuck your airline, fuck your company
Bitch your breath smell like some cigarettes
I’d rather fuck a bitch from the projects
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming "fuck west jet!"
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my wrist sippin on Tech
Fuck a lil bitch, make her pussy wet

[Hook]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Droppin’ the top, hey
I made a lot, never a drought
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
Hey, yah, oh
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Oh, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
Hey man niggas thought I had one
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
Nigga you out your mind
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Skrt-srt, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
That shit cray
That shit brazy
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Droppin’ the top, hey
I made a lot, never a drought
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
Hey, yah, oh
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Oh, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
Hey man niggas thought I had one
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
Nigga you out your mind
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Skrt-srt, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
That shit cray
That shit brazy
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 1]
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week, week
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
Get to the money, I’m racin’
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Youngins screamin’ what’s the price? I can’t wait to let ’em slide
It’s gon’ be a homicide
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper