Wraith
This is a wraith
The stars looking great
Q mill in the safe
Was cracking the chase
While fucking her face
They dismissed the case
Drink four for the pain
My chain is so heavy
It's dancing like drake
No matter the weather
I'm selling this pack
My shooters just called me
He planned the attack
My bitches they love me
My belly real fat
Because I hit licks
And I'm breaking they back
No matter the season
You catch me
I'm rocking a fur
I wanna ball
Just because I was poor
This mudd in my cup
Make me talk with a slur
Even on band i'm a
Make me a serve
You niggas be cappin and
Rappin for fun
Bitch I be hungry
I need me some funds
I came from nothing
It's dirt in my blood
This is a wraith
But it's dirty
I'm peeling the paint
I drop Perky
The Fanta Light pink
I want phantom
With glitter thats great
Tropicana
My bitch looking great
From the islands
She feeding me crepes
I'm in Gucci
I feel like the gatsby
All these bitches they looking
And gasping
Hit a button
I'm going way faster
I can preach
And be fresher than pastors
If you start tweaking
I'm leaving you plastered
Why you want smoke?
I can stain you
In traffic
Niggas be
Rapping they practicing
Acting
I suck at fashion
Only want t-shirts
And 1's I'm not cappin
I want my chain to
Have snow from the aspens
I was down low but
I'm making it happen
The stars looking great
Q mill in the safe
Was cracking the chase
While fucking her face
They dismissed the case
Drink four for the pain
My chain is so heavy
It's dancing like drake
No matter the weather
I'm selling this pack
My shooters just called me
He planned the attack
My bitches they love me
My belly real fat
Because I hit licks
And I'm breaking they back
No matter the season
You catch me
I'm rocking a fur
I wanna ball
Just because I was poor
This mudd in my cup
Make me talk with a slur
Even on band i'm a
Make me a serve
You niggas be cappin and
Rappin for fun
Bitch I be hungry
I need me some funds
I came from nothing
It's dirt in my blood
This is a wraith
But it's dirty
I'm peeling the paint
I drop Perky
The Fanta Light pink
I want phantom
With glitter thats great
Tropicana
My bitch looking great
From the islands
She feeding me crepes
I'm in Gucci
I feel like the gatsby
All these bitches they looking
And gasping
Hit a button
I'm going way faster
I can preach
And be fresher than pastors
If you start tweaking
I'm leaving you plastered
Why you want smoke?
I can stain you
In traffic
Niggas be
Rapping they practicing
Acting
I suck at fashion
Only want t-shirts
And 1's I'm not cappin
I want my chain to
Have snow from the aspens
I was down low but
I'm making it happen
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Ard
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