Holy Ghost Lyrics – Future

[Intro: Future]
ATL Jacob!
ATL Jacob!
This some real Pluto sh!t, n!gga
Out the muhf**king mud, n!gga
You know what I'm saying?
Out the dirt, n!gga
Out the soil of this sh!t
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah

[Verse: Future]
Feeling like a cigarette boat
All this water on me
I was at my big truck, my wrist up
Get my d!ck sucked
When I switch my wrist up, switch my car
Switch my b!tch up
Every time I hit her
I broke her off then dismissed her
I been counting this paper all day
I'm getting blisters
Roadkill, every time
I pop out in a new whip
Getting you wacked
N!ggas ain't running off with my new drip
Rolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkill
Killed sh!t and the n!gga
Ain't have nothing to do with it, over-drill
When you in the field and you innocent
Why you over here?
Body count, protocol, thotty count, losing count
Switch the count, large amount
Overseas, can't pronounce
Sipping syrup in a fur
Get my dog, walk him down
Details inside of the photo
My fit was twenty thou'
No miles, cashed out
Put it up by the time it hit two thou'
Surfing in Hermès
I'm the one they called Pluto-ski
Mix-ski, I just went so deep I made her nose bleed
Lewinsky, she just gave me her throat inside the Rolls-y
If I OD, I'ma be on a Bentley spree, you must not know me
I gave her that dope, put her on the road, she was holy
Me and my lil' woadie get it in, Japanese trends
Big top Maybach, Benz, buy 'em buy the twin
We got 'em locked in, boxed in, Glocks in
Alligator skin for my sins, I'm 'bout to win again
I know n!ggas craving for bodies, ready to spin again
I get on my ten, 'bout my ends, n!gga, I'm locked in
Made an M to a ten, now I'm posted on the Forbes again
Only time I sell out, at the show, b!tch, I'm European
Top ten, that's without that melody, it's costing
No sleep, come from out the streets
Leave you in white sheets
V.I.P., b!tch tryna eat on me, tryna sleep with me
Overseas, everything I'm spending, Gucci on the feet
Only see, everything this month, I bought an Onlysea
New Chanel, everything I say, these b!tches oversee
Rolls key, pass the Lambo key, and the other key
Truck key, not the sedan key, that's the other key
Wiped down, cleaning my cars in the rain, I got OCD
Dry it off, pouring out rain and he tryna dry it off
Slide off, I got a foreign b!tch at my hideout
Real talk, n!ggas ain't speaking the language I talk

[Outro: Future]
Slide off
I got a foreign b!tch at my hideout
Real talk
N!ggas ain't speaking the language I talk