[Intro/Outro]
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it
Hush now, ghost mode on, no chit-chat...
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Verse 1]
Baritone growl, I slink through the grime,
Face game tight, but the dope bag's prime—
Sold that white to the suits in the club,
They snort lines off a dealer's thumb,
Two-tone chain, light flex, no flash,
Fed the crew off one zip in a crash.
Short crew, back room, fat envelope,
Fake smiles hit when the blue boys scope,
"Hey king" this, "yo queen" that bullshit,
I'm ghost on leeches that suck my dick.
Time thieves get taxed like late-night fees,
Ten toes down in this concrete squeeze,
"Slide thru?" Nah, I'm buried deep, fine,
Papers signed first, then we blaze, align.
[Bridge]
Phone hums once—smash that shit, silence...
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Verse 2]
New path carved, fuck trends, I'm off-grid,
Loop hits clean, 808 my only kid—
Shorty chasin' likes, "Tag me in your flex?" Nah,
I'm cam-shy ghost, but the trap house ledger's next.
Suits pitch "collab," I hit 'em with "cuts,"
They dangle crumbs, I demand the nuts,
Want a banger hook? I drop two raw bars,
Twist it twice, now it's viral in your mom's car.
Society's joke: influencers peddle dreams for likes,
While we flip packs in alleys, dodgin' five-oh spikes—
They preach "hustle culture" from their filtered thrones,
But ghost us when the raid lights hit our phones.
Cool as ice, but I flip off the bloodsuckers,
Wallet spits truth louder than your TED Talk suckers,
Noise is poison, keep that distance, creep,
Silent countin' bills while the world's asleep—
And yeah, that powder line? It funds my peace,
Society's high on lies, I'm high on the fees.
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Outro]
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it...

Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it

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