Lời bài hát Wraith
[Intro] I got a real short list of shit I like to do Get money, cake shit I just wanna ball, yeah That's the list, nigga, that's it [Verse 1] I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day [?] with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For 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 @ me, do you know you came up? I say you deal with led bitch, you wearing [?] I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em OD niggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud Got body, got a problem, 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 mention Ain't no renting in it A rebel when I fucked that bitch It ain't no coming in it Since my first album I've been serious Ain't no funny business Bitch, 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 nigga in the rain though [Hook] I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day [?] with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I'm a dope boy legend Street form revving Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga 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 wreath, 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, [?] that's my fammo He a white man, camo Who is she? she wanna cake [Hook] I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day [?] with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot [Verse 3] I'm a president 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 ass at? Dick 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 nigga, who legit and now they figure Now they rich and you just get it to blow Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway K-I-N-G, can't deny me Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga See it on my face, dawg I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg [Hook] I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day [?] with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the way When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Yeah, yeah, yeah
