2 Chainz and Lil Baby - Kingpen Ghostwriter
This shit hard BuddahI'm finna put that motherfucking
Heroin flow on that motherfucker though
(Buddah Bless this beat) Tony
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing 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 (strap)
VVS's, she got a bust down, she bust it down like she naked
And the trappin' hot (hot), told her, "Come and dance" (dance)
Didn't have no AC on, all we had was only fans (woo)
Pinky ring summer (summer), limousine, uh-uh (uh-uh)
Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner
You ain't seen what I done seen, these lizzy cost at least a G
Gangsta music like Eazy-E's, when it come to trappin', I'm 23
Moon walkin' like Billie Jean, my pistol boss, my kitchen clean
Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine, uh
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah
Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin'
I hit Derrick for a box of ones
Hit Allure, let the thots have fun
He acting like me, that is not my son
He might be the two but he is not the one
This shit that I do it is not for fun
Everybody gon' go, you is not the car
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm
We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm
When the heat didn't work, used the stove to get warm
My lil' nigga down bad, he supposed to be home
Stuck around for too long, was supposed to be gone
Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong
If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at
Too hard, 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, gettin' head while I lay there
You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that
Mclaren fast, it belong on the race track
None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that
I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that
Written by:
Dominique Jones, Nolan Presley, Tauheed Epps, Tyron Buddah Douglas
Publisher:
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