wraith - ful
conway the machine
you heard what the man said
i never hesitate to let it spray off
my bitch sniffing straight raw
sniff an eighth till her face fall
i tell her to clean the plate off
you new niggas i hate ya'll
you fuck niggas still workin with an 8 ball?
i had ya corner yellow taped off
told shorty order the lobster
you can tell i'm gangster by my posture
hit a nigga 10 times with the chopper
hustlin out this lil bitch house
300 racks stashed in the washer
my bitch looking like a goddess
she find solace in birkin's and blood bottoms
she ain't gon break a promise
the kinda nigga you should praise more
kush trap in atlanta jumping like bazemore
i show them niggas what the k's for
but i put one more in his head
i never hesitate to let it spray off
my bitch sniffing straight raw
sniff an eighth till her face fall
i tell her to clean the plate off
you new niggas i hate ya'll
you fuck niggas still workin with an 8 ball?
i had ya corner yellow taped off
all my scars are the proof
i sold rocks on the stoop
now it's bet awards in a suit
cracking cigars underneath the stars in the roof
but i'm still thanking god for all that he do
bell's palsy so my jaw wouldn't move
can outrap your whole squad and ya crew
or whatever you wanna call it
i'm that nigga when it come to this
old nigga or an artist is new
but i promise i will slaughter him too
now it's like all of them true
half a block on the table
i show the bitch how to hold that shit
smoking sour sippin pj out the bottle
i never hesitate to let it spray off
my bitch sniffing straight raw
sniff an eighth till her face fall
i tell her to clean the plate off
you new niggas i hate ya'll
you fuck niggas still workin with an 8 ball?
i had ya corner yellow taped off