Wraith-Ful

So what's up?

Help yourself

No thanks

You heard what the man said, motherfucker

Clean your plate, now

Uh, blow a **** face off

I never hesitate to let it spray off

My bitch sniffing straight raw

Sniff an eighth till her face fall

I tell her to clean the plate off

You new ****, I hate y'all

You fuck **** still workin' wit' an 8-ball

I had ya corner yellow taped off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

Told shorty, "Order the lobster"

Never been in a movie, front row at the Oscar's

You can tell I'm gangsta by my posture

Hit a **** ten times wit' the chopper

Hustlin' out this lil bitch house, Tasha

Three-hundred racks stashed in the washer

My bitch looking like a goddess

She find solace in croc Birkin's and blood bottoms

She do whatever I say, she ain't gon break a promise

I say I'm that ****, really I'm being modest

The kinda **** you should praise more

Everything I put out, the bar raise more

I needed to save more so I made more

Kush trap in Atlanta jumping like Bazemore

I show them **** what the K's for

Knew he was dead but I put one more in his head, I made sure

Uh, blow a **** face off

I never hesitate to let it spray off

My bitch sniffing straight raw

Sniff an eighth till her face fall

I tell her to clean the plate off

You new ****, I hate y'all

You fuck **** still workin' wit' an 8-ball

I had ya corner yellow taped off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

I been through it, all my scars are the proof

I sold raw on the stoop, now it's BET awards in a suit

Cracking cigars sitting underneath the stars in the roof

But I'm still thanking God for all that he do

Got shot, Bell's palsy so my jaw wouldn't move

Now I, can outrap your whole squad and ya crew

Or whatever you wanna call it, y'all garbage, it's true

I'm that **** when it come to this, I thought that you knew

It don't matter, old **** or an artist that's new

He ain't a target but I promise I will slaughter him too

I had a lot of dreams, now it's like all of 'em true

Designer shit in my closet, baby, all of this new

Half a block on the table, she put her nose in it

She pop the chopper, I show the bitch how to hold the shit

Fire out the nozzle

Smoking sour sippin' PJ out the bottle

Blow a **** face off

I never hesitate to let it spray off

My bitch sniffing straight raw

Sniff an eighth till her face fall

I tell her to clean the plate off

You new ****, I hate y'all

You fuck **** still workin' wit' an 8-ball

I had ya corner taped off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off