SHIBUYA [GHOST II]

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

I just got a Harley to crash (Danger)

I got Off-White on the mask (White)

I need to switch to the Model X (X, X, X)

The Masi just ran out of gas, ooh

She want vegan soul food (Yeah)

I told her to eat her this tofu (Yeah)

In the club reading CNN (Why?)

All of these bitches is old news

Skateboarding in Shibuya, yeah (Ooh)

Tatted up like Yakuza (Ooh)

Team Jordans, you a loser (Ooh)

Eating pussy in the Uber (Why)

I can't help but I’m nasty (Nasty)

I need to pull up on Vashtie (Mm)

I was young when I met her (Yeah)

Now I'm grown, come smash me (Smash)

Anti-social in my section with my sad bitches (Shit)

Damn, I hate the club, but I love the bad bitches

No brand names (None in three)

I make all my clothes (Punks)

I brought Jaden out in 2015, now he sell out shows (Days)

I ain't no sell out though (Nah)

I’m selling out merch like dope (Dope)

And I comersh that shit on me, I put that on my soul (South side)

[Verse 2: Jaden]

Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me, for me

'Cause if you in there, then I'll be the one that you never see like Chiefs

Lemme go put up my cleats, the way that I get up and run through the streets

Perry like Bon Apetit

They saw us and went to go call the police, yeah damn

Just put a hydrogen whip on the lease

Yeah, I'm tryna make sure that I leave a good world for my niece

Hey, that's just me (That's just me)

We don't need you on the team, we pay too many fees

(Pay too many fees)

They told me travel light when you going overseas (Ooo)

It's just one night, I be bringing a whole fleet with me

Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me, for me

If you in there, I’ll be the one that you never see, I’m ghost

[Verse 3: Belly]

Ain't been sleeping, it’s the third day

I don't got a second in the first place

Ain't no second chances in my birth place

You can't put a phoenix in the bird cage

It’s that Hermès, Thrice Great

God body with the word play

I ain't even talking church bread

But the blessings came on the cursed days

Rappers lying like the first date, thirsty

Baby, you should get your curve straight

I'm the reason she at work late

And you ain't even get to third base

Run home, run home

Blocking numbers in my phone

I don't know you unknowns

She don't even know the real you

Telling people that we still cool

Pull up on you with the tray and I ain't talking jail, fool

Play it real cool, hey

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Put a couple bands on it (Ya)

Just imagine what a mil do

Bullets shout for count

Don't get caught up in the mildew

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

[Outro: Jaden]

Play this shit in the club for m-

If you in there, ah

Nigga, I'm ghost

• Artist:Christian Rich