Kingpen Ghostwriter (feat. Lil Baby)

This shit hard, Buddah I'm finna put that motherfuckin' heron flow On that motherfucker, dawg (Buddah bless this beat) Tony! Money comin', comin' in a hurry Niggas on the run, eatin' like Norris Sound like a kingpin, but runnin' from me Got my first plug out of California Yeah, yeah, Pesos stacked (yeah, yeah) Dior hat (yeah, yeah), I've got rack (yeah, yeah) You ain't have nothin' to do with that, yeah My fleet orange and black (yeah) On concrete I tap (yeah) Water on the neck ain't tap (yeah) Alkaline white strap (yeah) VVS' She got on bust-downs, she buss it down like she naked And thе trappin' hot (hot) Told her, "Come and dance" (dancе) They have no A.C. on, all we had was only fans (woo) Pinky ring summer (summer), limousine (uh-uh) Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner You ain't seen what I done seen, these lenses cost at least a G Gangsta views are like Eazy-E's, when it come to trappin', I'm 23 Moonwalking like Billie Jean, my pistol balls, my kitchen clean Everything I cut dope like a razor blade and amphetamine (uh) Money comin', comin' in a hurry Niggas on the run, eatin' like Norris Sound like a kingpin, but runnin' from me Got my first plug out of California Yeah, yeah, Pesos stacked (yeah, yeah) Dior hat (yeah, yeah), I've got rack (yeah, yeah) You ain't have nothin' to do with that Yeah, Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin' I hit Derek for a box of wines Get allure and let the thots have fun He actin' like me, that is not my son He might be the two, he is not the one This shit that I do, it is not for fun Everybody gon' go, you is not to come Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot out my arm Got stitches in the bitch, we ain't got no alarm When they hit in the work you just stole what you want All these niggas down bad, he supposed to be home Stuck around for too long, I'm supposed to be gone Let them foes do you wrong, you're supposed to be strong If I had to I still can go post to my zone I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at Too wild, you know how I play it I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin' Five mil in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin' Back of the bach getting head when I lay there You wanna fold with a nigga, just say that McLaren fast, it belong on the racetrack None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that I had a cleanup crew come through and spray that Money comin', comin' in a hurry Niggas on the run, eatin' like Norris Sound like a kingpin, but runnin' from me Got my first plug out of California Yeah, yeah, Pesos stacked (yeah, yeah) Dior hat (yeah, yeah), I've got rack (yeah, yeah) You ain't have nothin' to do with that