Kingpen Ghostwriter
[ft. 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), I've got wack (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)
I could strap (Yeah)
She got on bust-downs, she buss it down like she naked
And the trappin' hot
Told her "Come and dance" (Dance)
They 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), I've got (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
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot out my arm
Got stitches in the bitch, we ain't got no alarm
When they hit in the work you just
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 pose to my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a whole house to stay at
Too you know how I play
I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'
Five men in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin'
Back of the back getting head when I lay there
You wanna fold 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), I've got (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't have nothin' to do with that, yeah
