Ninja

Lyrics by：Young Thug/Joshua Howard Luellen

Produced by：Southside

This is the most of them

This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room

He's the one directing traffic

He is the one that we're all afraid of

He's the one that's King Slime he's pulling the shots

He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight judge

And I I implore you not to grant him a bond he is dangerous

The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control not more

If he gets a burner judge and the court may know this

A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime

Because it's not traceable it's not trackable

And we know that to be their MO

He gets a burner he gets in there

He runs his gang from inside

And he won't get that and no one's gonna throw his cell

I know what the investigator said with all due respect

That's not the jail that's their job

It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams

That's not their job

The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff

Where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams that's their job

He is dangerous

And and I

I normally don't do this

But I don't hesitate in this case

Respectfully judge I believe if you give him a bond

We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing

I believe he's that dangerous judge

Yeah Spider

King Spider

Yeah

Oh yeah

Drop-top Rolls-Royce kickin' up no dust

You ain't on your ****

Big dog right now **** talkin' 'bout?

***** I ain't hittin' that ***** no

Lil' bitty bag you ain't gettin' no cash my are rich

Lil' bitty bag you ain't gettin' this **** like us we gettin' it

On the way to the party to take they hoes

I come straight from the ghetto my big dog trappin' loads

We got a lot of pink toes they wanna sell they soul

Lil' ***** got choked out tryna send the lo' out huh

We trappin' and rappin' you *****

Let's go

We puttin' that **** on head to toe

Woah woah woah

We sell out the stadiums yeah

Let's go

We puttin' baguettes on the hoes

Woah woah woah

My I'm trench as it get

Let's go

These **** sellin' they soul

Woah woah woah

We pop it wherever we go

Let's go

We sellin' these lil' hope

Let it breathe

Yeah it's King Spider man these look up to us

Let it breathe

That's a fact everything we do

Let it breathe

But everything we do is a translation

Let it breathe yeah

Rolled me up some stanky ******* dank yeah

They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get yeah

Big baguettes on a ship I sanked it yeah

Every time they play we spankin' 'em yeah

You want a whoopin' son?

When she can't get ahold of you she call me yeah

I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets yeah

Talkin' cars I got every animal in my fleet yeah yeah

I chop off the beat

I chop down a freak woo the spot got a reek in it hey

It's smellin' like Baccarat woo Victoria's Secret **** okay

I bought her the Birkin the Kells we doin' Chanel

They wanna be just like us and all they ******* can tell

I'm callin' my opps

They better not play with me

I sleep with the K with me

Some bad **** lay with me

My kids they straight you

I'm not fake you

Black diamonds today I'm a

I'm callin' my opps

I'm callin' my opps