Styles P Day 1
Intro:
Light that shit up Poobs, Im f..ckin high
Master of Ceremonies nigga, You f..ckin know
Verse:
G'd up homie from Day 1, Zip your lips like the top of the bag at the
station,
Hammer locked up and loaded, Flyin in the European, Smokin in the
passenger, Tryin to make my quota,
Liquor and pretty women, and this verse is so deep that the city can swim
in em, Red eyes.. No chlorine, Yeah bullets will smoke, Lets let it all
steam,
I light the vent, like central air, Pop shit to the Ghost, I change your
dental wear,
Gun bud will make you sip soup, Yeah i wild out i came from a sick
group,
Get it poppin like Danny P, Got a bunch of pretty chicks with there pistols
by panty seams,
I was on the ski lodge, but i aint touch the ski's yet, Smokin on the
balcony, the snow had the trees wet,
Getting high, Just watching niggas snow ball, Ghost stamps official like
its made at the post off.
You can get the clip you pissed the Ghost off, phantom here, meaning
that the kid looks random here, Make you stand under it, then shoot the
chandeleire, I kinda Ghost, I can make the fake niggas shine the most, I
can hang you nice if you give me a designer rope, f..ck it get a shirt, I can
use your designer clothes,
Exit:
Yeah Poobs, October 4th, Maseter of Ceremonies, Light that shit up, D-
Block, Salute, Ghost, 1
