Kingpen Ghostwriter (feat. Lil Baby)

This shit hard, Buddah
I'm finna put that motherfuckin' heron flow on that motherfucker, dawg
Buddah bless this beat (Tony!)

Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like Norris
Sound like a kingpin, but runnin' from me
Got my first plug out of California
Yeah, yeah (Huh), Pesos stacked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior hat (Yeah, yeah), opp got whacked (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't have nothin' to do with that, yeah

My fleet orange and black (Yeah)
On concrete I tap (Yeah)
Water on the neck ain't tap (Yeah)
Alkaline white strap (Yeah)
VVSs
She got on bust-downs, she buss it down like she naked
And thе trappin' hot
Told her "Come and dance" (Dancе)
Didn't have no A.C. on, all we had was Only Fans (Woo)
Pinky ring summer (Summer), limousine (Uh-uh)
Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner
You ain't seen what I done seen
These lenses cost at least a G
Gangsta views are like Eazy-E's
When it come to trappin', I'm twenty-three
Moonwalking like Billie Jean
My pistol balls, my kitchen clean
Everything I cut dope like a razor blade and amphetamine (Uh)

Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like Norris
Sound like a kingpin, but runnin' from me
Got my first plug out of California
Yeah, yeah (Huh), Pesos stacked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior hat (Yeah, yeah), opp got whacked (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't have nothin' to do with that, yeah

Yeah, Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin'
I hit Derek for a box of Ones
Get allure and let the thots have fun
He actin' like me, that is not my son
He might be the two, he is not the one
This shit that I do, it is not for fun
Everybody gon' go, you is not to come
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot out my arm
Got sticks in the bitch, we ain't got no alarm
When the heat didn't work, we used the stove to get warm
All these niggas down bad, he supposed to be home
Stuck around for too long, I'm supposed to be gone
Let them foes do you wrong, you're supposed to be strong
If I had to I still can go post to my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at
Too wild, you know how I play it
I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'
Five mil in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin'
Back of the bach getting head when I lay there
You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that
McLaren fast, it belong on the racetrack
None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that
I had a cleanup crew come through and spray that

Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like Norris
Sound like a kingpin, but runnin' from me
Got my first plug out of California
Yeah, yeah (Huh), Pesos stacked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior hat (Yeah, yeah), opp got whacked (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't have nothin' to do with that, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Dominique Jones, Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas
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