Ghost

Lotta fake stories that you told on me
If I gave you space you would have fold on me
Had to cut you off like an old number
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you
Can’t let my guards down man for no woman
I had to cut you off like you stole something
If I caught a case bitch you would fold on me
Some of my old homies they went cold on me
Niggas holding grudges, I can never, yeah
I just hope you change for the better, yeah
Niggas try to kill me but they never will
Johnny Manziel they ain’t in the field
Lotta fake stories that you told on me
If I gave you space you would have fold on me
Had to cut you off like an old number
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you
Lotta fake stories that you told on me
If I gave you space you would have fold on me
Had to cut you off like an old number
Now you ain’t gotta ask why I went ghost on you