Haunted Houses (feat. Father)

[Intro: ID]

Ghost Story sex symbol 2.0 in this bitch!

You motherfuckers ain’t ready...

(I don’t even know my dad...)

...I’m fine without you though...

You motherfuckers ain’t ready!

(This dad’s cool...)

10 out of 10 spookz!

[FATHER]

I need some Lucci, Coogi, blue cheese,

Louie V me in Prada, please

Need me a freak, not a tease

All black like, I’m in Grease

Walk around my side of town like, I’m Death Proof

Can’t see the feet

See deceit when I hit the streets

See these **** not that discreet

I’m in-out of back alleys

My life’s peaks and valleys

My pants way too baggy

I’ll stomp a **** in these Ballys

Arm outta black caddy, hair darker than Shaggy

My aim’s not too shabby, heard you been way too chatty

Heard you been talking down on me to my fucking opps

Better call the motherfucking cops

You gon make me put you in a box

Six feet deep with a lock

Six feet deep with a lock

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock

I’m here to haunt your block

[ID]

Stine with the bumps

Night of y’all unliving dummies (what)

Attempting to awaken a motherfucker

Tell 'em you got this last chance

(One last chance, one last chance)

Before other fam grows concerned and finds that bag

(Not a purse, not a purse)

Blame it on a curse

No wonder lil homie spewed that shit in the first-

Graded by demerits looking back thinking how life wasn’t fairest

Yet still wanting to go back because that’s the only time people was caring

Fuck you, Karen (fuck you!)

Roll this dick up and smoke it

Suck me off, pass away and bump this, bitch

After Thus drops bit hasty but vindictive predictions been saying, shiny with the fist,

Monkey with the punch

Fuck y’all up with these nunchucks fully equipped with Bruce lee action grip (hooah!)

To be a Jedi know levels to this shit, there is (hehehe)

Never miss does he?

All we bring is hits!

It’s the brand new flavor in your ear

Wishing on a star, all y’all pussies wanna whisper in the ear

I’m the only one stopping me, promiscuous with the career

This the last dance, (one last dance)

Scidaddle, hoe, with the prance

Go, get me that bag

Black lives matter, said:

As I orchestrated this hash, done carrying lags

Y’all rookie this designer, man, be careful with that bag...