my trap house haunted stories of some dead thugs try to run up in my trap house ill be damned if i get robbed boy im haunted i be disappearing on you bitches telling ghost stories this aint no story hoe i keep a woodie on buzz lightyear ready to fuck this hoes one thing about it you cant fall in love wit hoes niggas be some backstabbers creeping on all ten toes any sativa strand makes me hit the gas on shit i like my tank on empty you cant gas my head up bitch i fell in love wit money young nigga getting rich mutha fuckas envy me boy im hunted full time crook bitch im wanted i bought a coupe and gave it to my ex bitch if i got love for you it really aint shit big hundred on my back nigga walking hundred if you cross me bitch you haunted dissapier a bitch quicker then i would fuck a bitch this life really aint shit ima make the best of it if i die today ill let my ghost haunt em if they hate on you fuck em if they got love for you watch em i make dead presidents kill benjis then i stack em this aint a pool game i rack em ghost of my ex hoes they still haunt me model bitches that left me it stills taunt me but fuck it hoes gon be hoes you already know back to the money dont need nobody to love me i get caught thuggin serving life behind bars i got mental physical and emotional scars still shining brighter then this fucking stars im like a fucking V12 how im running from cop cars jumping over fences they aint got no D for me women say im so offensive well fuck it i aint pretending if death is a gift im a fucking present bitch im trending your haunted house be on casper shit my shit be on grim reaper shit how i pull up and eat some shit yea im stunning thats why them fuck boys gunning ducked a couple bullets i saw death coming cant stress this shit enough gotta watch them hoes they cunning fuck it im haunted im on some grim reaper shit its time that i pull up in the game and just eat some shit