[Intro: Ghosty punk]
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours (Mmm) (Yeah)
Hundred bands (Uh, yeah, ay)

[Verse 1 : Ghosty punk]
I just wanna break shit
Got another car up in the driveway
When they do two, three shots like they don't miss
I ain't never been out on a high stake
[?] when they get a little Christian Dior
They don't really make 'em like this anymore
Run it like a three-point shot at the core
(Does anybody make real shit anymore?)
Don't know, ask daddy
Pity he got caught with an addy
Cops on my body like a rapper with a xanny
Sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
She wanna fuck me over but she call me daddy
High like a jet, I'm fly as fuck
This bitch on my dick, she bad as fuck
Pull up in a clown car, honk honk, that's a real bad bitch
If she wanna get the fuck out my

[Chorus: Ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
[Verse 2: VXLT]
Yeah I got blood on my cap
I can't fuck with these fake ass bitches, they clear
Sippin' on that gin so I face my fears
Now I'm spittin' fire on my pool boy, get in, let's go
We on the way to the plug 'cause we runnin' up packages, gave 'em away, shit
Too many customers waitin' on my block, [?], bitch
Get the fuck out my ride
Tell you once I do the [?]
Money on me, take it off, I don't do that dogshit
Crystal clear, hope that's crystal clear, [?] shit
Ludicrous, that shit ludicrous, so I say get the fuck out my

[Chorus: Ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)