T.I.、Yo Gotti - Wraith
I got a real short list of sh*t I like to do
Get money cake sh*t
I just wanna ball yeah
That's the list n**ga that's it
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
With the paper f**k a hater till the day I die
F**k what them b**ches saying f**k what them n**gas doing
Before 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 b**ches wearing lace front
I don't like 'em feel that way about 'em
Lotta rappers I don't talk about 'em
OD n**gas ain't gon' bust a grave man they just talking loud
Got body got a problem n**ga 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 mansion
Ain't no runnin' in it
A rebel when I f**ked that b**ch
It ain't no coming in it
Since my first album I've been serious
Ain't no funny business
B**ch ain't no funny business
No weapon give us your 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 n**ga in the wraith though
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
With the paper f**k a hater till the day I die
F**k what them b**ches saying f**k what them n**gas doing
Before you were getting going I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the wraith
You can brawl in the way
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 n**gas
They say I'm reckless yeah I might be
Don't give a f**k about no n**ga who don't like me
If I go to jail today that b**ch gon' write me No
She gon' f**k me No if a n**ga go broke
I bet a range 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 back to back coz that's my fammo
He a white man camo
Who is she she wanna cake
For that p**sy this that
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
With the paper f**k a hater till the day I die
F**k what them b**ches saying f**k what them n**gas doing
Before you were getting going I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the wraith
You can brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
On my presidential 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 a** at
D**k gang great give it to her till she pass out
The whip can b12 for baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole no detail
Shout out to all my n**ga who legit and now they figure
Now they rich and you just get it out to blow
Now they ridin' in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom they ain't making more than no boy
Always been a hustler not a robber I never stole nothing
Trappin' flippin' work till they come through the hallway
K-I-N-G can't deny me
N**gas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's n**ga
See it on my face dawg
I'm just a real n**ga riding in the race dawg
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Pray to God keep it all in a day
With the paper f**k a hater till the day I die
F**k what them b**ches saying f**k what them n**gas doing
Before you were getting going I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the wraith
You can brawl in the way
When I wanna I'ma take my shot
Yeah yeah yeah