Hey man I got a real short list of shit I to do Ya dig Get (Yeah) , Kick shit (I wanna ball, yeah) I just ball, yeah That's the list, nigga, it
I just ball in the wraith With broad in the way And I wanna, take my shot Praise God, leave it all when dead Leave your daughter with the Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing you were getting going, I was getting to it
1] Put it down, in the neighborhood Was catching cases, before I got to get some good Lil homie me 'On God do you know you came up?' I said you with every bitch who wearing lace front I don't like her, that way about alot of rappers I don't about 'em Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, just talking loud Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it Hm problems understanding your logic, man Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and tour Get some more Don't believe it When heard doubt me Ain't no pun guns in the mansion Ain't no in it A rebel I fucked that bitch It no coming in it Since my first album I been no funny business Bitch, ain't no business No weapon, me shall prosper But welcome to form Knew the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum Ringing bells and blowing when my named called I'm a self made nigga in the wraith though
I just wanna ball in the With your in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my Praise God, leave it all you're dead Leave your daughter with the Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas Before you were going, I was getting to it 2: Yo Gotti] I'm a dope boy Street form Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be Don't give a fuck about no nigga who like me Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No She fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke I bet a Wraith on the super In the kitchen, super Six ounce, four pints, a superstove I always had a and a hit Boy, I bet I had a mac and some If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the Got the lawyers on deck, got the for the case Truck, truck, Guns, guns, Me and Black Youngsta , to back cause that's my fam-o He a man, kill him For his shit, she a check for the That's that out the North
I just ball in the wraith With your in the way And I wanna, I'ma my shot Praise God, leave it all you're dead Leave your daughter the papers Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing you were getting going, I was getting to it 3] Presidential In the slum with the up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at? Dick great, give it to her till she pass out the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda Stretch a out a whole, and no details Shout to all my niggas, who they figures Now rich and you just get it out the Blue Now he in the Rolls Royce Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing Trappin', flippin' work till come up on a whole one Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me Niggas still rhymin what we did in the 90's, nigga Yeah, See it on my face, I'm just a real nigga riding ridin Wraith stars I just wanna in the wraith With your in the way And I wanna, take my shot Praise God, leave it all when dead Leave your daughter with the Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what them saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were going, I was getting to it