Kid Ink Ghost

I think I’m about to go ghost, can’t nobody see me,

Riding round in my lokes, beamin’.

You can hear the bass beating like

Coming through the speakers like

I think I’m about to go ghost, Casper on these niggas,

Really ain’t one to boast but I’m doing better than most.

In the situation I’m in most of y’all would fumble

But I carry on on my own, I’m in the car pool alone.

Doing by a hundred and ten, trying to run away from my problems

One day away from snapping, can’t see no other option,

And ain’t nothing new to my lifestyle, can’t nobody catch me right now,

Engine, know you can hear me coming.

Now all of a sudden I gotta make a decision

To inspire y’all to be different, who’s responsibility is it?

Back then I was a nothing, what you are on my bumper for,

High off that loud, but the gas never low.

I think I’m about to go ghost, can’t nobody see me,

I’m riding round in my lokes, beamin’.

You can hear the bass beating like

Coming through the speakers like

I think I’m about to go ghost, can’t nobody see me,

Seat to the floor, beamin’.

And you can hear the bass beating like

Coming through the speakers like.

I think I’m about to go ghost, riding round in my lokes

Versaces and all, black, I barely see the road.

I ride for my niggas and I ride out for my folks,

I know navigation, gotta stick to the code.

They say once you get on you, forget where you came from,

I never changed, stay the same to the grave.

Coming through your speakers,

Hear em talking about me, can’t understand what they’re speaking.

Think I’m about to get low, trying rock and roll

And my eyes look like rotts, hand out the window.

One hand on the roach, knee on the wheel,

With my foot on the pedal just trying to keep it real.

I think I’m about to go ghost, can’t nobody see me,

I’m riding round in my lokes, beamin’.

You can hear the bass beating like

Coming through the speakers like

I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,

See through the floor, be me,

And you can hear the bass beating like

Coming through the speakers like.

I think I’m about to go ghost,

Riding around in my lokes,

Coming through your speakers like.

[*lokes ‒ sunglasses with smoke black lenses]

Kid Ink Good Idea

[Kid Ink:]

I think that it’s a good idea (it ain’t wrong)

I think that it’s a good idea (you ain’t home)

I think that it’s a good idea (still you)

I think that it’s a good idea (came through)

In fact, it’s a good idea

You can bring that ass here

Acting like you had that pill

Where your cup? When the last time you had refill?

Young [?] on that can’t stop, won’t stop

Green light, running through the city like [?]

Seem like we the only niggas in the street with it

Bees like honeycomb chain about the beehive

I think I’m going loco-motion

Flying ’round the world, no loco-motive

Saying you the man only locals-notice

Make the bitches disappear hocus-pocus

[Bia & Kid Ink:]

See you don’t normally do it, but you gon’ do it for me

He don’t know it mean more for me

If you whip that shit, go ahead flip that shit

I think it’s a good idea, we get up outta here

Get up! (Get up!)

Get up! (Get up!)

I think that it’s a good idea (Get up!)

Good idea, we get up outta here

Good idea (Get up!)

I think that it’s a, good idea we get up outta here

[Kid Ink:]

Uh, I need a pick in the post

It feel like I’m always picking the pose

Because everybody want a picture of the boss

Just don’t ever picture me broke

I be trying to move this, silence

Fee-fi-fo, but I’m like a giant

Niggas say I’m late but it’s perfect timing

Then pull up but I pull off in sirens

M I A in this winter

Out in LA feel like summer in the winter

It feel like somebody is watching

I look around and it’s the whole fucking party

[Bia & Kid Ink:]

See you don’t normally do it, but you gon’ do it for me

He don’t know it mean more for me

If you whip that shit, go ahead flip that shit

Because it’s a good idea, we get up outta here

Get up! (Get up!)

Get up! (Get up!)

I think that it’s a good idea (it ain’t wrong)

I think that it’s a good idea (you ain’t home)

I think that it’s a good idea (still you)

I think that it’s a good idea we get up outta here

[Kid Ink:]

I think that it’s a good idea you get your ass involved

Even if you ain’t got no ass at all

Point guard players then I pass them off

By the way could somebody get your ass [?]

It’s a movie up in here, tryna cast the role

All these bitches call em casserole

Lookin’ like Miley with your cameltoe

All the Victoria Secrets I ain’t told

Talkin’ about groceries, baby, what’s for dinner (good idea)

I’ll be in LA, feel like summer in the winter

It feel like somebody is watching

I swear you niggas is worse than the paparazzi

[Kid Ink & Bia:]

I think that it’s a good idea (Get up!)

I think it’s a good idea that we get up outta here

Kid Ink What It Feels Like

Yeah, I can tell you what it, yeah yeah

I can tell you what it feels like

Up all night, waitin’ for a deal like

Nigga, this is real life, real light

I ain’t have a meal night

I can tell you what it feels like

I can tell you what it feels like

Better know this shit is real life

I can tell you what it feels like

In the back of the ‘Lac

AC/DC Back In Black

Just ABC’s, don’t worry bout that

I ain’t worried bout nothin’

Been on the road 6 summers

Now I’m back on the o’block stuntin’

Ain’t shit changed and it’s home, mothafucka

Bet a hunnid that my old bitch still love me, leave me alone

You know I couldn’t be here alone

I got the team here to even it off

Doin’ whatever we feel like

Feel like you ain’t even involved

Man, this shit is too real life

I can tell you what it

I can tell you what it feels like

Better know this shit is real life

I can tell you what it’s…

Like when niggas with nothin’ they always wanna say somethin’

Pay ’em no attention, that’s what made me on top

Bitch, I’m in beast mode, make me a collar

Everybody caught up comin’ from the lobby

But you know a nigga still broad and got talent

Sleepin’ on me with the five footie year old pajamas

I’m just tryna eat, feelin’ so piranha, leave me alone

What would you really do if you be doin’ me?

Say I sold out, just mad you can’t afford me

I’m comin’ at your face, kinda hard can’t ignore me

Full speed, hit the gas and we roarin’

Yeah, I can tell you what it

Kid Ink Bad Lil Vibe

You move just like a tire swing

I swear you got the real thing

Not the type to conversate

The baddest if I do say do myself

You sexy on your own

Don’t need no help

I had to say excuse me

But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

I had to say excuse me

Can I take you home?

Baby, let me get some time

Second hand from the smoke, roll up

Forget about whoever did you wrong

Wear your heart on your sleeve

Like it’s Comme des Garçons, hold up

We been gettin’ to it ever since the movie started

And now we finally made it to you favorite part where

I’ll be Joker, you’ll play Harley

Had to put you on the squad, see

You move just like a tire swing

I swear you got the real thing

Not the type to conversate

The baddest if I do say do myself

You sexy on your own

Don’t need no help

I had to say excuse me

But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

I had to say excuse me

But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe

And we so high

Don’t you ever kill the vibe

Undercover, you a freak

But you wearin’ your disguise

Baby, listen to your mind

You should take your own advice

I don’t really play no games

Less that shit come with a price, woo

I know you need me here to boost your ego, yeah

Baby, you so bad, plus the evil

When we roll, I’ll be Clyde, be my Bonny, yeah

We’ll hit the bank then hit the mall, see

You move just like a tire swing

I swear you got the real thing

Not the type to conversate

The baddest if I do say do myself

You sexy on your own

Don’t need no help

I had to say excuse me

But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

I had to say excuse me

But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah

You’s a bad lil’ vibe

And we so high

And we so high

And we so

Yeah

You move just like a

That super psycho

I see your friends

Your crew just like you

I’ll get you high like

Top of the Eiffel

Give me a chance

Ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

When we alone

When you perform

Girl, I’m a fan

Just do your dance

Just do your dance

And let me know when I give you my hands

Yeah

Kid Ink I Don’t Care

[Intro:]

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say (oh no I don’t)

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say (oh no I don’t, no I don’t)

[Verse 1:]

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say

Bitches tellin me that they love me, they be lyin to my face

That’s the price you gotta pay you wanna live the life of fame

It’s that life that’s for forever, I don’t know no other way

I don’t really care what everybody tryna do

I’ve been on my own shit and stayin loyal to the crew

Gotta ride it, damn bitch you stayin loyal to this dick

She know I be workin hard and I ain’t comin home til 6

Baby God is my witness, I’m a die before I flee away

Too much drive, better click, you see me dead

While I light another I’ll of that fire straight from hell

I just need a little time but they never made it up

[Hook:]

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say

I hear em talkin but they ain’t sayin nothing no

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say

Cus we lovin and hatin and we changing every day so don’t

Believe what they tell you, don’t

Believe what they say, don’t

Believe what they tell you, don’t

Don’t believe, don’t believe what they say

[Verse 2:]

I said I ain’t really trippin on how everybody move

Ridin in my own lane, feelin like I got the juice

Tell the truth, I jug, I’m allergic to the fame

Never ever gave a fuck they used to say I was

I’m still ridin round with my middle finger up

Top down on a girl, put them titties in the air

See you lookin at me now like that nigga got a nerve

I don’t worry, keep sippin what you want to

And bust down to the ground

I’ve been bustin my balls tryna put on for my town

Yea I go work in the town, put that foul on my vouch

But the judge man can try, don’t nobody make a sound

[Hook:]

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say

I hear em talkin but they ain’t sayin nothing no

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say

Cus we lovin and hatin and we changing every day so don’t

Believe what they tell you, don’t

Believe what they say, don’t

Believe what they tell you, don’t

Don’t believe, don’t believe what they say

[Outro:]

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say (oh no I don’t)

I don’t really care what everybody gotta say (oh no I don’t, no I don’t)

Kid Ink Before The Checks

[Kid Ink:]

Aw yeah

Way before the checks it was cash and (uh)

The Same bitch you lovin’ I was passin’ on

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Full tank nigga you ain’t gotta gas me up

They be trippin’ I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

[Casey Veggies:]

Yeah, yeah

I can really give a fuck less

I know she throwin’ pussy, but I told her I get enough sex

Money coming in I could never get enough checks

Wake up to the dough everyday just like it’s breakfast

Check it off my checklist, girl no cuffin or no extra’s

Baby I just make it work out, I ain’t with the flexin’

Finish with my school day so don’t you try to test me

Girl that ass super fat like you straight from Texas

Kid Ink and Young Veggies might just fuck your main bitch

Just sent her back to ya I ain’t tryna smash the same chick

Pinky ring blinging, ’bout to get the custom chain hit

I’m a fly nigga, yeah the type she wanna hang with

[Kid Ink:]

Way before the checks it was cash and (uh)

The Same bitch you lovin’ I was passin’ on

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Full tank nigga you ain’t gotta gas me up

They be trippin’ I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

My first memories was 6 years old

1514 Orange Grove Apartment with the roaches

By the time that I was 5 daddy was locked and gone

And the only thing he taught me “Feds is always on the phone” listening

13 when I started slippin’ up at school

15 smokin’, drinkin’, fuckin’, gettin’ tattoos

That’s the road to follow when it ain’t no role models

Young hardhead niggas with a hard pill to swallow

I been at this shit for weeks, bangin’ on this in MPC

Turn my closet to a booth, Nike boxes on the speaker

You know what I’m representing every time you hear me speaking

LA been my city since I mixed that ramen with the seasoning

Way before the checks it was cash and (uh)

The Same bitch you lovin’ I was passin’ on

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Full tank nigga you ain’t gotta gas me up

They be trippin’ I just roll a blunt and ash shit off

You don’t really know about my past when I

Ain’t really know how to keep it rational

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah-eah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah

Aw yeah-eah

Aw yeah

You don’t really know about my past when I

You don’t really know about

Aw

You don’t really know about my past you know

You don’t really know about the past when we

Did shit that you wouldn’t believe

Kid Ink Neva Gave A Fuck

Neva gave a fuck, prolly never will

Rollin, ridin til the muhfuckin wheels fall off

Yea, I be in this muhfucka still

Ballin bitch this ain’t no muhfuckin drill

Call it Kid Ink baby, if you ain’t know that

Niggas tryna still my swag need a low jack

Walkin round this bitch no shirt like Conan

Leanin off the codine, thats why I’m movin slowly

So sorry for the trouble baby, drop it like a fumble

And I’ma make it rain feel like spring in the summa

Hell naw it ain’t nothin goin in like a button

Wait a second, you hear me buzzin?

Bitch you know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave fuck

No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

You know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave a fuck

No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

Shawty on my dick, tryna cop a feel

Better cuff yo chick, goin for the steal

She been lookin at a nigga like a muhfuckin meal

Been signin titties all night still I wont sign a deal

Yea, tell me what you know bout

Tryna keep it real but my show already sold out

Uh, white girls everywhere I go now

Party over here but we can take it to the house

Shawty ring my bell, can’t knock my hustle

Its alumni batgang bitch to the rubble

Know you see me in here, HD we clear

With my middle finger up in the air

Bitch you know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave fuck

No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

You know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave a fuck

No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

(Bitch I got a….)

Man of my city, LA is the home

Niggas ran to my city when they seen that we was on

Hold up, just touched down know you hear me on the radio

First time here but your girl we already know

I had these bitches at my table back at lunch

Now I got a couple bottles same bitches back in front

Somebody bring the bartender back at once

I’ma need a lil more, tell em how it go

Bitch you know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave fuck

No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

You know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave a fuck

No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

(Bitch I got a….)

Kid Ink Carry On

[Chorus:]

I tell her, don’t stop, keep it going

So fly, no luggage, baby carry on

Carry on, go on carry on

Drop it down and take it to the moon

Don’t stop, keep it going

So fly, no luggage, baby carry on

Carry on, go on carry on

Keep doing what you doing

I can see you on now

You on that new shit

I see you on that new shit

I see you on that new shit

Just keep it true

And I’ll never confuse it

[Verse 1:]

‘Cause ain’t nobody fly like you

Like what I see, got a birds eye view

You’re what I’ve been waiting for

2×2, got me all wrapped up like Erykah Badu, so

Drama freak out, no luggage, go on carry on

Smile shine bright like a canary stone

Heels on, walking through this lobby like a runaway

Then I’m on to your game, can I come play

Just rolled up, going for the high score

Full attention girl you something that I can’t ignore

Live the life that these other lames can’t afford

it’s a target on your ass, and I’m aiming for it

[Chorus:]

I tell her, don’t stop, keep it going

So fly, no luggage, baby carry on

Carry on, go on carry on

Drop it down and take it to the moon

Don’t stop, keep it going

So fly, no luggage, baby carry on

Carry on, go on carry on

Keep doing what you doing

I can see you on now

You on that new shit

I see you on that new shit

I see you on that new shit

Just keep it true

And I’ll never confuse it

[Verse 2:]

It’s more than the physical

Everything you do is so original

Make all these other bitches look invisible

Dressed up, every night is your fashion show

Got tans all around from the panel

Swear that you jump right out of the style channel

Can’t nobody in here see you like

Camera will never show it all off

Just a sample, paying through

Heels Giuseppe, carry on Louie

Go ahead show ’em how to ball, Paul Mooney

Team, bougie you ain’t gotta hide

First class fly, welcome to the club Mile-High

[Chorus:]

I tell her, don’t stop, keep it going

So fly, no luggage, baby carry on

Carry on, go on carry on

Drop it down and take it to the moon

Don’t stop, keep it going

So fly, no luggage, baby carry on

Carry on, go on carry on

Keep doing what you doing

I can see you on now

You on that new shit

I see you on that new shit

I see you on that new shit

Just keep it true

And I’ll never confuse it

Kid Ink 100 Different Ways

[Kid Ink:]

It’s 100 different ways get a young nigga high

Been doin’ all of ’em the same time

Seen ’em go broke and I seen some die

But it ain’t been enough to change my mind

I’m gone

Lost in the crowd

Blunts and bottles keep tossin’ around

Feel like both feet off of the groud

It’s 100 different ways we could take your chick

How many shots can you take from the fifth

It’s now or never baby, take your pick

Rocketshipshawty, I take off quick like woo

Blowin’ that smoke in the air

We load it, open, we share

With me, ain’t nobody sober in here

It’s 100 different ways

It’s 100 different ways

It’s 100 different ways

I got my ways

I got my ways

365, there’s not enough days

For me to get paid but nigga, I’m tryin’

I can’t sit back and recline

I can’t go back into time

No Marty McFly, I can’t go back to the slum

Village of villains and niggas sellin’ them dimes

That shit could fuck up your mind

Or it could turn men into mice

You know the line, money ain’t everythin’

But it made all my problems disappear like a fuckin’ mirage

Treatin’ champagne by the boat

Burnin’ and makin’ one hell of a toast

I got my ways, hop on the wave

Teach you to swim baby, show you the stroke

Since I lost my virginity, I been like

Fuck you, pay me, everyday pay day

Bet you the girl that I lost it to

Tell bitches she hit it first, just like she Ray J

I swear that she work at the club

Now I threw her a 100

One hand in the air, not the Nae Nae

Not play date if she wanna kick it like Pele

It’s 100 different ways

It’s 100 different ways

It’s 100 different ways

[HardHead:]

And I’m on number 9

Prolly’ on a few drugs all at the same time

Couple hoes walkin’ in, pussy poppin’ for a nigga

Couple niggas poppin’ shots, no bottle for the liquor

I’m gone, lost in the mansion

4 in the mornin’, got some texts, still advancin’

Pull up to her spot with a bag, no trash bands

Mr I-don’t-give-a-fuck, you ain’t gotta ask me shit

Shit, been with the shit

Gettin’ all this money, I’m a spend all this shit

All these Hollywood hoes, bitch been on my dick

Goin’ 0-100, hope the car don’t flip

I’m gone, all around the globe

Collectin’ passport stamps like Pokemon Go

More more broke nights, TV in the house up by the stove

Walk in any store now, buy anythin’ I want

Most of these rappers be lyin’ to win

While me and my niggas been winnin’

Beginnin’ to gettin’ to actin’ to

Closin’ conditions, it’s different

You act like you don’t but your bitch know the difference

No clothes in the gap so allow me to ditch them myself

And I help you for instance you bitches

Are interest for bein’ a hashtag

And the Lord is my witness

[Kid Ink:]

It’s 100 different ways

It’s 100 different ways

It’s 100 different ways

[Vee Tha Rula:]

And I know where to get it

I haven’t been lost in a minute

These ghetto boys never had nothin’

So we gon’ hotbox in that Benley

We used to fly through the houses

Run out then hop over the fences

That’s what you get, you shouldn’t had a nice house, nigga

Dirty boots like fuck your couch, nigga

Pass that, don’t call time out

At the top tryna help my niggas climb out

Baby boy, you with us we at your mom’s house

Don’t lose your mind, hope that you niggas find out

Pound for pound, my bars on lock down

When I see the weed, get happy, start yellin’ like James Brown

Drive slow like I’m from H-Town

If you wanna get up, then stay down

What the fuck’s the difference

Hustlin’, pimpin’, murder mittin’

Bust the pistols, fuck you, stack my ducks to 100 digits

‘Fore I kick the bucket, need a bucket to piss in

We ain’t had shit but spaghetti

Everythin’ could go with baby ready

She said that I’m a God, Macavelli

Got scars on my bars, oh Lord, I’m a legend

Buffalo sauce on my lips

You prolly’ never heard it, just forget it

I’m lookin’ good on every single edit

Kiss the pussy, I’m the player and the paramedic

Ball hard while I’m gettin’ paid

Think smart, get your dollar saved

And do a lil bit of everythin’

Shit

[Kid Ink:]

It’s 100 different ways