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Wraith (feat. Yo Gotti)

[Intro]

Yeah

Hey man

I got a real short list of shit I like to do

Ya dig

Get money (Yeah)

, Kick shit (I Just wanna ball, yeah)

I just wanna ball, yeah

That's the list, nigga, that's it[Hook]

I just wanna ball in the wraith

With your broad in the way

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead

Leave your daughter with the papers

Fuck a hater till the day I die

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it

[Verse 1]

Put it down, bankrolls in the neighborhood

Was catching cases, before I got to get some paper good

Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you came up?'

I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front

I don't like her, feel that way about alot of rappers

I don't talk about 'em

Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud

Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war about it

Hm Having problems understanding your logic, man

Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and tour London

Get some more money

Don't believe it When your heard doubt me

Ain't no pun intended

Military guns in the mansion

Ain't no runnin' in it

A rebel when I fucked that bitch

It ain't no coming in it

Since my first album I been serious

Ain't no funny business

Bitch, ain't no funny business

No weapon, against me shall prosper

But it's welcome to form

Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum

Ringing bells and blowing horns when my named called

I'm just a self made nigga in the wraith though

[Hook]

I just wanna ball in the wraith

With your broad in the way

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead

Leave your daughter with the papers

Fuck a hater till the day I die

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

I'm a dope boy legend

Street form reppin

Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the necklace

They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be

Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me

Know If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No

She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke

I bet a Wraith on the super bowl

In the kitchen, super cold

Six ounce, four pints, that's a superstove

I always had a plaque and a hit

Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks

If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe

Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case

Truck, truck, Lambo

Guns, guns, ammo

Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my fam-o

He a white man, kill him

For his shit, she want a check for the

Pussy

That's that out the North shit[Hook]

I just wanna ball in the wraith

With your broad in the way

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead

Leave your daughter with the papers

Fuck a hater till the day I die

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it

[Verse 3]

Presidential swag

In the slum with the hairnet

Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out

Dab in my bag, give it to her, wear her ass at?

Dick game great, give it to her till she pass out

This the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda

Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no details

Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures

Now they rich and you just get it out the Blue

Now he ridin' in the Rolls Royce

Came out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy

Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing

Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a whole one

Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't deny me

Niggas still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga

Yeah, See it on my face, dawg

I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

[Hook]

I just wanna ball in the wraith

With your broad in the way

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead

Leave your daughter with the papers

Fuck a hater till the day I die

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it

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