Crossroads

[Intro] Super trippy, I feel like a ghost For the bread, I'll pull up with the toast (Bang) We count all the 20' on the floor (Yeah we count them on the floor motherfucker) They can't kill us both, I got my bro Yeah I got my... [Verse] And if I die, I hope my brothers trip at my funeral To see the world the way I do Maybe you would know That we all hanging on to the bond Like a crucible Pay attention cause it's 007 Yeah we killing them casually Versace suits, that's a masterpiece The 4 or the 5, those the master pieces But I'm never peacemaker in the section 610 ghosts like 16, oh shit a nigga meant 610 I'm sorry that I'm coming off trippy I'm on the prowl in the mother fucking 16 Hopping out the telly lookin' reckless Coming for your head but we headless Summer '16, gang shit Pornstar, gangbang your bitch No pornstars when gang bang your bitch She juss want a whole lot of dick Man... She said she'll come to the 6 She said she a fan of this shit So blow the whole damn team & dip 610 ghosts like 60 Camera angle wide, might catch me Whole team and we all reckless Can we get them all in the section Heard you seen 12, pay attention 4 more ghosts, dressed for war now That's 16 got more now, lot of bodies laying on the floor now Hit singles fuck a ghost writer, riding with the fire feel like ghost rider Over watch squad super 3rd eye At the super 8 with the ghost squad Reaper gang team, now you know now Pack of woods, 5 blunts to roll now Best 16's in a row now Whole trip team on go now Wicked lyrics add up juss like a crossword Wolf patch on my back while I'm walking down the cross roads Papikeepitrill, young nigga with the cornrows Show a lot of love but I got a numb soul Wait til Papi pull up in that phantom Do it for the valley, feel just like the Phantoms Pussy niggas they could never handle Pussy niggas they could never handle (Yeah, Wolfpack Wolfpack) Pussy niggas they could never handle Pussy niggas they could never handle