Casper
Plain Jane, that's what I bought for the bitch, no wedding ring
Big bezel face
She fuck better than her friend but we met the same
Fuck the money and the fame
I don't do the he say she say on my name
Still got a couple k I gotta obtain
Matter of fact couple 100k that I ain't made
I been supposed to have a check and wrap the wraith
My neck been on wet since I was on the 8th
J Money saved me a plate at heavens gates so I ain't ate shit without saying my grace
And long live my nigga Zaye I swear one day ima take a vacay on the beach in LA
Give a fuck what a broke nigga do or he say 'cause I know he won't shoot he gon' stay Out the way
Going out sad, nigga know I can't
I was down bad in the trap in May
Trying to get to the bag imma go break the bank
I might break in your safe kick your door for the cake
Oh this your bitch sucking dick, this your bae
She trying to stay, kick that bitch to the curb she a stray
You don't got the answers, Sway
Issa new wave, LMT, this ain't NWA
Neck cold, Lemonade
Imma ghost ride the Wraith
Gun smoke, we slide at eight
These niggas been bitch their whole life, had it made
Hit a nigga with this K, fuck a fade
Money on me they say 2k
Shoot him in 4k
Chopstick make a beat like Dr Dre
Bitch, slide
Straight ghost ride the whip, imma glide
That hoe she a dime but my money time, so if I waste that then I'm blind
No need to remind me, I see the signs
These other niggas ain't my kind
Police get behind me I gotta drive, got shit in this whip I can't hide
I been thinking 'bout all the shit that a nigga done dealt with
Lately I been feeling selfish
But if I get picked up today I swear I won't tell shit
Who said that 'cause I ain't sell shit
I'm just a youngin' trying to come up from out the L and I just got a pack in the mail
When I pulled up on em' with them bails, opps at the Shell
I seen them at the light, they trailing
I gotta go, get to the bag and up the score
That's all I know, these bitches gon' fuck on the bro's, that's fasho
I ride the whip like a ghost
I ride the whip like a ghost
The pack just shipped like a boat
Zip em' up like a Bathing Ape coat
Got these niggas' back against the ropes
Sniper caught him lacking with the scope
Like a blunt, don't pass it to little bro
Why the fuck is he in my section and he broke
Try to dap me up and I'm like nope
Don't get to close in this show I'm a goat
We rock out with poles, he rock out on posts
Post outside the yo, he pop out, we gon' blow
Aye, pop out let the gang be the watch out incase the shit get hostile
Ain't mean to blow his face off I was just letting shots out
Chopstick brought the whole block out
He like to talk loud, wrap him up, duct tape his mouth he soft now
All red blood wraith whip with the top down
Pack said it's delayed, I need the guap now
No G Shock on my watch when I hop out
When I wake up, roll up and sip out the same cup
Bad bitch with no makeup, last night I was caked up
Damn, feeling like I got a fast life
I gotta go get my cash right
How that fuck nigga say that he gon' go drop a bag
Like I won't spin with this 100 mag tonight
Long nights I sacrificed, still ain't made shit with my Daddy right
Back then I used to think he gave me bad advice
Took me a while I got wise and I recognized he never lied
He just tried to tell me 'bout life
I gotta strive on my grind just to stay alive, nigga gon' die with his fire he try taking mine
Shit on my mind everyday I still say I'm fine
These niggas still trying to catch up, they way behind
Big bezel face
She fuck better than her friend but we met the same
Fuck the money and the fame
I don't do the he say she say on my name
Still got a couple k I gotta obtain
Matter of fact couple 100k that I ain't made
I been supposed to have a check and wrap the wraith
My neck been on wet since I was on the 8th
J Money saved me a plate at heavens gates so I ain't ate shit without saying my grace
And long live my nigga Zaye I swear one day ima take a vacay on the beach in LA
Give a fuck what a broke nigga do or he say 'cause I know he won't shoot he gon' stay Out the way
Going out sad, nigga know I can't
I was down bad in the trap in May
Trying to get to the bag imma go break the bank
I might break in your safe kick your door for the cake
Oh this your bitch sucking dick, this your bae
She trying to stay, kick that bitch to the curb she a stray
You don't got the answers, Sway
Issa new wave, LMT, this ain't NWA
Neck cold, Lemonade
Imma ghost ride the Wraith
Gun smoke, we slide at eight
These niggas been bitch their whole life, had it made
Hit a nigga with this K, fuck a fade
Money on me they say 2k
Shoot him in 4k
Chopstick make a beat like Dr Dre
Bitch, slide
Straight ghost ride the whip, imma glide
That hoe she a dime but my money time, so if I waste that then I'm blind
No need to remind me, I see the signs
These other niggas ain't my kind
Police get behind me I gotta drive, got shit in this whip I can't hide
I been thinking 'bout all the shit that a nigga done dealt with
Lately I been feeling selfish
But if I get picked up today I swear I won't tell shit
Who said that 'cause I ain't sell shit
I'm just a youngin' trying to come up from out the L and I just got a pack in the mail
When I pulled up on em' with them bails, opps at the Shell
I seen them at the light, they trailing
I gotta go, get to the bag and up the score
That's all I know, these bitches gon' fuck on the bro's, that's fasho
I ride the whip like a ghost
I ride the whip like a ghost
The pack just shipped like a boat
Zip em' up like a Bathing Ape coat
Got these niggas' back against the ropes
Sniper caught him lacking with the scope
Like a blunt, don't pass it to little bro
Why the fuck is he in my section and he broke
Try to dap me up and I'm like nope
Don't get to close in this show I'm a goat
We rock out with poles, he rock out on posts
Post outside the yo, he pop out, we gon' blow
Aye, pop out let the gang be the watch out incase the shit get hostile
Ain't mean to blow his face off I was just letting shots out
Chopstick brought the whole block out
He like to talk loud, wrap him up, duct tape his mouth he soft now
All red blood wraith whip with the top down
Pack said it's delayed, I need the guap now
No G Shock on my watch when I hop out
When I wake up, roll up and sip out the same cup
Bad bitch with no makeup, last night I was caked up
Damn, feeling like I got a fast life
I gotta go get my cash right
How that fuck nigga say that he gon' go drop a bag
Like I won't spin with this 100 mag tonight
Long nights I sacrificed, still ain't made shit with my Daddy right
Back then I used to think he gave me bad advice
Took me a while I got wise and I recognized he never lied
He just tried to tell me 'bout life
I gotta strive on my grind just to stay alive, nigga gon' die with his fire he try taking mine
Shit on my mind everyday I still say I'm fine
These niggas still trying to catch up, they way behind
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Writer(s): Archie White
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