Wraith Draft
I'm on point
I get it lit
I need a match
Fire the joint
I get the pick
I run it back
Higher the points
They know it's it
Done-ing the match
I run in a gap
She say that I rap tight
I got some act right
Get em plaque I
Getting my stacks right
I wall ball tall tall tall
Kinda like shaq right?
Throw em the ball aw aw awww
Vinny in that sky
Cater
You know I'm dropping for real
I gotta stock and a deal
Ain't no stopping the real
Crazy they clockin skills
I gotta shot for the kill
I got a shot for the mill
And I gotta eat and ima feed my family
Feeing like drake when it come to grammys
Duck em
I don't need
I got some bags
Tryn get some trucks
Whole lot of stash trynna get enough
I don't think I can even get enough
To bring Torree back I would give up
And that ain't the jack and the club talking
On the set on lil baby yea thug talk
I'm just tryna give you all of my love talking
I'm trynna give my love
I am the back bone of this stuff
I got the Mack tone with cuff
She got a back bone that's what's up
I ain't even rap long and she stuck
End of the day
I'm really trynna get lost in the days
Look at the stars how they gloss when I gaze
I'm really trynna just ball in a wraith
I'm trynna give my love
I am the back bone of this stuff
I got the Mack tone with cuff
She got a back bone that's what's up
I ain't even rap long and she stuck
End of the day
I'm really trynna get lost in the days
Look at the stars how they gloss when I gaze
I'm really trynna just ball in a wraith
I get it lit
I need a match
Fire the joint
I get the pick
I run it back
Higher the points
They know it's it
Done-ing the match
I run in a gap
She say that I rap tight
I got some act right
Get em plaque I
Getting my stacks right
I wall ball tall tall tall
Kinda like shaq right?
Throw em the ball aw aw awww
Vinny in that sky
Cater
You know I'm dropping for real
I gotta stock and a deal
Ain't no stopping the real
Crazy they clockin skills
I gotta shot for the kill
I got a shot for the mill
And I gotta eat and ima feed my family
Feeing like drake when it come to grammys
Duck em
I don't need
I got some bags
Tryn get some trucks
Whole lot of stash trynna get enough
I don't think I can even get enough
To bring Torree back I would give up
And that ain't the jack and the club talking
On the set on lil baby yea thug talk
I'm just tryna give you all of my love talking
I'm trynna give my love
I am the back bone of this stuff
I got the Mack tone with cuff
She got a back bone that's what's up
I ain't even rap long and she stuck
End of the day
I'm really trynna get lost in the days
Look at the stars how they gloss when I gaze
I'm really trynna just ball in a wraith
I'm trynna give my love
I am the back bone of this stuff
I got the Mack tone with cuff
She got a back bone that's what's up
I ain't even rap long and she stuck
End of the day
I'm really trynna get lost in the days
Look at the stars how they gloss when I gaze
I'm really trynna just ball in a wraith
Credits
Writer(s): Garland Young Jr.
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