Ghost Lyrics – Ken Carson, Lil Uzi Vert

Read the full Ghost lyrics by Ken Carson and Lil Uzi Vert from the album xperiment along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Shadeson and Drug kit, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Yeah, switch up my flow like I switch up these hoes
Gotta fu*k on that b!tch, then I pass her to bro
Had to switch up the pace, you was moving too slow
I’m a demon, I pull up in a Ghost
She clean me up, she done sucked a n!gga soul
I’m an eight-ball, they say I’m dope

[N!gga get us, how I’m turning it up]
[0:12]
Yeah, I did you right, you did me wrong
I expected you to leave me alone
N!ggas in the way, yeah, they clones
Star Wars, stole the swag, this the clone war
Geeked out Xanax, I’m on bars
Can’t let you ride, you need to buy your own car
Super popular, yeah, I’m a superstar
Shе a super ho, she got me supеr hard

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
You Captain Save-A-Ho? Why can’t you save then?
Diamonds VVS, yeah, they’re amazing
He ain’t like that, for real, why you glazing?
Pull up and light it, you know that I’m blazing
Came up, stayed down, I was patient
Gave up on me, yeah, she done waived me
Can’t trust nobody, I’m jaded
Off the lick, yeah, she high, she faded
And the spot too hot, it got raided
Switch the flows out, how do you trade it?
Came a long way, from the basement
Hot bullets hit your chest, it caved in
Pop the Tesla, go electric, Raiden
Oh, you wanna talk? What you gotta say then?
Fill the remote with money, it’s a playpen
Pu*sy b!tch, play with your pu*sy, can’t play Ken
Play with that pu*sy, I’m in it, it’s gushy

She got a landing strip, it’s bushy
I don’t do no plan, yeah, that’s on bully
If I send a bullet, that mean I’m not bulls*itting
Pop out shooting, now he think he a bullet
Ain’t caught the hat, you ’bout to catch a bullet
I keep a stick in my boot, no Woody
Put a switch on a Glock, it’s a fully
Bad b!tch, fell in love, who wouldn’t?
I got too much, yeah
I swear you couldn’t fathom how much I made in this hoodie
Too much all the time, I do what I shouldn’t
Too much all the time, get off of your ass, yeah
Took advantage of the time, I surpassed y’all
I’m up off ecstasy, hit just like Adderall
I don’t need you to score, just pass the ball
I was pouring up, Richie Rich
Money spread, I just did the money glitch
Money spread, all blue, like Stitch
Chrome Heart, Air Force 1s, Nike
Yeah, they wanna be, they nothing like me
Shawty bored, tell me you don’t excite me
This a POV, you know my sight elite
I’m in this b!tch, man, the Drac’ on side of me
I’m in this b!tch, got my b!tch on the side
You can tell when we riding, you not down to slide
Gang-gang, n!ggas nothing like mine
Southside, b!tch, it’s big 29
Opium, b!tch, 005
I got her throwing up YVL
I just been dodging cases, ain’t ducking opps, huh, I’m ducking 12
I put it right in your face, every time I pop mine, I go viral, yeah
Pull up, moving too fast with them bags, drop them hoes on the scale
Black gloves, black mask, black bookbag, I’m unidentified
Invertebrate, 7.62, hit your back, take out your spine
Looked up in his face, too many ways, I’m not scared of dying
Blick to his face, he scared he’s dying
My d!ck in her face, she sucking me up
Everywhere I go, I’m keeping that tucked
Everywhere I go, I’m keeping that, yeah
Every day, yeah, I put on that—
Every day, yeah, I put on that stuff
I drop pain killers in my cup
Met me once, yeah, she starstruck
Fell in love, you my new drug
More shots, can’t stop this, yeah
I swear 12, can’t stop this s*it
Got a foreign, yeah, she from Ibiza
Just to come over, she need a visa
Switch out my hoes and my clothes, I don’t need you

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Yeah, switch up my flow like I switch up these hoes
Gotta fu*k on that b!tch, then I pass her to bro
Had to switch up the pace, you was moving too slow
I’m a demon, I pull up in a Ghost
She clean me up, she done sucked a n!gga soul
I’m an eight-ball, they say I’m dope

N!gga get us, how I’m turning it up
Yeah, I did you right, you did me wrong, yeah
I got— I expected you to leave me alone, yeah
N!ggas in the way, yeah, they clones, yeah
Star Wars, stole the swag, this the clone war (Yeah-yeah)
Geeked out Xanax, I’m on bars (Yeah-yeah)
Can’t let you ride, you need to buy your own car, yeah
Super popular, yeah, I’m a superstar, yeah
She a super ho, she got me super hard, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stealing swag, pop my tag when I made this song (What?)
N!ggas out here, they just get to hating on me
Diamonds obese, yeah, they big boned
If you know me, you know the money long
N!ggas knew I got some problems all at home
Pay the price, you could get a n!gga gone
Don’t call me, call the payphone
Heavy mod on me, get him, adiós
Might put a chopper right on top a chopper
That b!tch is a carbon, the one with the harness
The clip is so big and that clip is a cartridge

[3:14] (??) is in that b!tch (??) off the scene
When I feel the summertime weather
Huh, I just been getting a lil’ better (Let’s go)
Huh, I just went Vetements on Vans, ain’t no bap
This b!tch look nice in lil’ leather, yeah
I just took your b!tch, I don’t got a phone
I gotta write a love letter, woah
N!ggas, they rather listen to my clones
Knowing that I’m a lil’ better, woah
N!ggas try say he ain’t on what I’m on
What, you just think you look better? (Uh-huh)
You better be, I’m just on what I’m on
‘Cause I’m the one get that cheddar, yeah
I just took your b!tch, I don’t got a phone
I gotta write a love letter
N!ggas, they rather listen to my clones
Knowing that I’m a lil’ better
N!ggas try say he ain’t on what I’m on
What, you just think you look better? (Uh-huh)
You better be, I’m just on what I’m on
‘Cause I’m the one get that cheddar