Ghost and Rae going back and forth on some storytelling shyt
Rae ran hysterically, slipped on soap
Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shyt
Somebody might have heard shyt
Singing on some Martin, "where my momma bird?" shyt
fukk your socks, that's when we heard the door knock
'Everything all right?' 'Partying sir, balloons popped!!'
