Wraith (feat. Yo Gotti)

I got a real short list of shit I like to do
 Get money, kick shit
 I just wanna ball, yeah
 That's the list, nigga, that's it
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood
 We're catching cases, I got to catch some paper good
 Lil homie asked me 'how you know you came up?'
 I say you deal with less bitches wearing lace front
 I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em
 Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em
 OD niggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud
 Got body, got a problem nigga, go to war about it
 Have a problem understanding your logic, man
 Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
 And some more money
 Don't believe it? Well, you a dummy
 Ain't no pun intended
 Never tearing girls in the mention
 Ain't no renting in it
 A rebel when I fucked that bitch
 It ain't no coming in it
 Since my first album I've been serious
 Ain't no funny business
 Bitch, ain't no funny business
 No weapon,'gainst me prosper
 But it's welcome to form
 Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the foreign
 Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called
 I'm just a self made nigga with the r
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 I'm a dope boy legend
 Street form revving
 Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas
 They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
 Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
 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 superstore
 Though I always had a plaque and a hit
 Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks
 If there's thorns in the Wraith, got the titles in the safe
 Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case
 Truck, truck, Lambo
 Gun, gun, ammo
 Me and black, lefta a back to back that's my fammo
 He a white man, camo
 Who is she? she wanna cake
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 I'm a president swag
 In the slum with the hat now
 Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
 Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her ass at?
 Dick gang great, give it to her till she pass out
 The whip can, b12, for baking soda
 Stretch a quarter out a hole, no detail
 Shout out to all my nigga, who legit and now they figure
 Now they rich and you just get it to blow
 Ran round in the road boy
 Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy
 Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
 Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway
 K-I-N-G, can't deny me
 Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
 See it on my face, dawg
 I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the range
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 I got a real short list of shit I like to do
 Get money, kick shit
 I just wanna ball, yeah
 That's the list, nigga, that's it
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood
 We're catching cases, I got to catch some paper good
 Lil homie asked me 'how you know you came up?'
 I say you deal with less bitches wearing lace front
 I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em
 Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em
 OD niggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud
 Got body, got a problem nigga, go to war about it
 Have a problem understanding your logic, man
 Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
 And some more money
 Don't believe it? Well, you a dummy
 Ain't no pun intended
 Never tearing girls in the mention
 Ain't no renting in it
 A rebel when I fucked that bitch
 It ain't no coming in it
 Since my first album I've been serious
 Ain't no funny business
 Bitch, ain't no funny business
 No weapon,'gainst me prosper
 But it's welcome to form
 Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the foreign
 Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called
 I'm just a self made nigga with the r
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 I'm a dope boy legend
 Street form revving
 Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas
 They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
 Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
 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 superstore
 Though I always had a plaque and a hit
 Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks
 If there's thorns in the Wraith, got the titles in the safe
 Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case
 Truck, truck, Lambo
 Gun, gun, ammo
 Me and black, lefta a back to back that's my fammo
 He a white man, camo
 Who is she? she wanna cake
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 I'm a president swag
 In the slum with the hat now
 Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
 Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her ass at?
 Dick gang great, give it to her till she pass out
 The whip can, b12, for baking soda
 Stretch a quarter out a hole, no detail
 Shout out to all my nigga, who legit and now they figure
 Now they rich and you just get it to blow
 Ran round in the road boy
 Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy
 Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
 Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway
 K-I-N-G, can't deny me
 Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
 See it on my face, dawg
 I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the range
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 I got a real short list of shit I like to do
 Get money, kick shit
 I just wanna ball, yeah
 That's the list, nigga, that's it
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood
 We're catching cases, I got to catch some paper good
 Lil homie asked me 'how you know you came up?'
 I say you deal with less bitches wearing lace front
 I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em
 Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em
 OD niggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud
 Got body, got a problem nigga, go to war about it
 Have a problem understanding your logic, man
 Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
 And some more money
 Don't believe it? Well, you a dummy
 Ain't no pun intended
 Never tearing girls in the mention
 Ain't no renting in it
 A rebel when I fucked that bitch
 It ain't no coming in it
 Since my first album I've been serious
 Ain't no funny business
 Bitch, ain't no funny business
 No weapon,'gainst me prosper
 But it's welcome to form
 Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the foreign
 Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called
 I'm just a self made nigga with the r
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 I'm a dope boy legend
 Street form revving
 Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas
 They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
 Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
 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 superstore
 Though I always had a plaque and a hit
 Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks
 If there's thorns in the Wraith, got the titles in the safe
 Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case
 Truck, truck, Lambo
 Gun, gun, ammo
 Me and black, lefta a back to back that's my fammo
 He a white man, camo
 Who is she? she wanna cake
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 I'm a president swag
 In the slum with the hat now
 Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
 Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her ass at?
 Dick gang great, give it to her till she pass out
 The whip can, b12, for baking soda
 Stretch a quarter out a hole, no detail
 Shout out to all my nigga, who legit and now they figure
 Now they rich and you just get it to blow
 Ran round in the road boy
 Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy
 Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
 Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway
 K-I-N-G, can't deny me
 Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
 See it on my face, dawg
 I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg
 I just wanna ball in the Wraith
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Pray to God, keep it all in a day
 Double with the paper till the day I die
 From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing
 For you were getting going, I was getting cured
 I just wanna ball in the range
 Brawl in the Wraith
 When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
 Yeah, yeah, yeah