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Final Warning

by 22Gz & CoachDaGhost

on Ghost Stories (2021)

[Intro: Coach
DaGhost]
I might just pull up with Freshy, chessy (Thatboy
Stats)
Shit'll get messy
Bag his head, so it's next to Jessy
6.27, M.I.S., we the best, see?
You can count for this shit, we ain't politicin'
See us workin' hard, that's 'cause we got a mission
For all the nights we had frostbite
Seein' opps, we ain't rise my mama's kitchen (Ziggyonthekeyboard)
[Verse 1: Freshy Da
General & Coach
DaGhost]
Shine, lights off for the B, lil' 'queeze on the side
You would be low, got a beam to the side
Like an opps pull up, it's a V to the ride
Tap the whole [?], I'm a demon [?]
Same niggas sayin' "can I get a piece of the pop?"
Backdoor, boy you know Cho three with naught
If we max dough, you'll know who did it
Ain't know thе Joker, got me Johnny did it
I'on give a fuck if pain gotta feel it
And I swеar we pushin' niggas to this limit
I ain't givin' passes, anybody get it
And that boy there mad, get hit by a [?]
[Verse 2: Coach
DaGhost]
Just makin' sure that y'all keep the same energy
All my opps soft, I know they remember me
Shots on shots like I'm sponsored by Hennessy (Rrah, rrah)
I'm hot, they not, but they feelin' me (I'm hot)
I got G's checkin' me in Tennesse (Twirl, twirl)
Just for free before you turn to a memory
Nigga, please hold my [?] squeeze
You the first one to play, you won't get to squeeze
I hit Freshy like, "bro, yeah, I think it's time" (What's choo'ing on?)
They don't like it, but soon they gon' get in line
How you know? We the Choo, we the ghost
And if numbers don't lie (Cha, cha), can I ask, "is you niggas blind"?
See your finger itchin', I don't shoot for business
2020 vision, no, you won't let us shine (Nope)
Every step, we gon' slide, put your lives up
Back-to-back drills, so you know we got nice routes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Matter of fact, we gon' perch, leave 'em wiped out
Better not be thinkin' 'bout pullin' no knife out
Smash the treesh off the party on me
She keep starin' at all of my team 'cause they iced out (Why?)
Pull [?] her at all my trips
Give her back to the streets, now she callin' my phone, tell her, "I pipe down"


[Verse 3: Freshy Da
General]
When they see us, put your toes to the side
'Cah they know I go when the folks in the ride
On my side, bro better not [?]
Them niggas tryna hide
Put you in that seat, you already [?]
[?] slice through [?], can't wait through the streets
Where you comin', G?
Look, got caught tryna slide
Hit 'em, Da
Ghost
First little move, turn his ass to juice
We ain' playin' wit' 'em
If we're throwin' shots, the opps' playin' wit' 'em
If that's your man's, then you ain' layin' with him
Brodie gotta ball, watch you wit' that shot
Especially in the mornin'
He was tryna bounce, so no wonder we scored
It ain' [?], we dumped on the mornin'
[Verse 4: Coach
DaGhost]
He got hit in his head, he was flossin'
Caution, since we livin' (Boom back), rightous walkin' (Ha!)
You know it's just sick of seein' all these dead opps
In my dream, I can still hear them coughing
In the phone [?], none this important
Not surprised I closed my eyes and see coffins
Now that we ball, we gon' treat them like it's [?] (12, 12)
Smokin' money, only way we indulgin'
Shine (No way!)
I just told, he just watched fo' a four minutes
Kid you not, imma give them a warnin' (Warning)
On your spot, got a focus on grab-bys
But just stay by your shotgun, so he got me tourin'
10 toes, stay down, now we all win
If we shoot, just be cool, we not fools
[?] September's my barbie, easy way you toss 'em (Easy)
Say my name, I can't wait til' I off them (Can't wait)
On our way to the top, we on offense (Boom)
Now we shinin' so bright, does the time feel right?
I remember days when it was pourin' (I remember)
Check that boy, you see me really scorin'
Can't compete with them Cho boys
Need a Rolls Royce (Skrrt), so I can do the cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)
6.27 on this set, why would I lie?
M.I.S. on the flesh, then it's my guy (My guy)
Got me sighin', I'm sorry
If we see a threat in this party, his ass goin' bye-bye (Bow, bow, bow)
He got hit wit' lead, paint the picture red
As he slowly bled from his māthā (Māthā)
It was understood, that I ain' gotta be said
Send me a Freshy flag, we like shattas (Shattas)
(How you know?) Now we got a new pack
I tell, "you gotta mix with ride-bys"
We surround with a few straps, I guess that they knew that
I could bring the fluids, comin' proper
The Chos and [?] ride-out, doctor
If you don't believe it, check the roster
Shine