SPACE GHOST

I got the tool in my hand
I got your life in my hand, I’ma go sauce on my bitch
Buyin' designer and shit, that man was callin' police
Said I’m disturbin' the peace, I rip his life into peace
You rockin' with Lonely Boy
Fuck nigga
Lay these hands on you, choppas on me
I don’t give a fuck you callin' police
I don’t give a fuck you callin' police
I want all the smoke, you tryna make peace
I want all the smoke, you tryna make peace (Ayy, ayy)
Yuh, count up the bands, I count up the bands, ayy
Might just be sellin' the Xan', I had to rock the fan, ayy
Shippin' the dope in the van, makin' me feel like the man, ayy
Makin' me feel like the man, I got the tool in my hand
I got your life in my hand, I’ma go sauce on my bitch
Buyin' designer and shit, that man was callin' police
Said I’m disturbin' the peace, I rip his life into peace
I’ma go buy, fuck a lease, in love with the cheddar, cheese
I’m not a rapper that eat, presidential fuckin' suite
Told that bitch, «Leave me alone,» run up the bank on my own
I blow the bank on my own, I made the trap my home
Lay these hands on you, choppas on me
I don’t give a fuck you callin' police
I don’t give a fuck you callin' police
I want all the smoke, you tryna make peace
I want all the smoke, you tryna make peace