T I Wraith Lyrics

[Intro]
I got a real short list of sh_t I like to do
Get money, cake sh_t
I just wanna ball, yeah
That's the list, n_gga, that's it

[Verse 1]
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
[?] with the paper till the day I die
From what them b_tches saying, for what them n_ggas doing
For you were getting going, I was getting cured
Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood
We're catching cases, I got to catch some paper good

Lil homie @ me, do you know you came up?
I say you deal with led b_tch, you wearing [?]
I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em
Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em
OD n_ggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud
Got body, got a problem, go to war about it
Have a problem understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
And some more money
Don't believe it? Well, you a dummy
Ain't no pun intended
Never tearing girls in the mention
Ain't no renting in it
A rebel when I f_cked that b_tch
It ain't no coming in it
Since my first album I've been serious
Ain't no funny business
B_tch, ain't no funny business
No weapon, give us your prosper
But it's welcome to form
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the foreign
Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called
I'm just a self made n_gga in the rain though

[Hook]
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
[?] with the paper till the day I die
From what them b_tches saying, for what them n_ggas doing
For you were getting going, I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy legend
Street form revving
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the n_ggas
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a f_ck about no n_gga who don't like me
If I go to jail today, that b_tch gon' write me? No
She gon' f_ck me? No, if a n_gga go broke
I bet a range on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super cold
Six ounce, four pints, that's a superstore
Though I always had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks
If there's thorns in the wreath, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck, Lambo
Gun, gun, ammo
Me and black, [?] that's my fammo
He a white man, camo
Who is she? she wanna cake

[Hook]
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
[?] with the paper till the day I die
From what them b_tches saying, for what them n_ggas doing
For you were getting going, I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

[Verse 3]
I'm a president swag
In the slum with the hat now
Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her ass at?
D_ck gang great, give it to her till she pass out
The whip can, b12, for baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, no detail
Shout out to all my n_gga, who legit and now they figure
Now they rich and you just get it to blow
Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway
K-I-N-G, can't deny me
N_ggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, n_gga
See it on my face, dawg
I'm just a real n_gga riding in the race, dawg

[Hook]
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
[?] with the paper till the day I die
From what them b_tches saying, for what them n_ggas doing
For you were getting going, I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the range
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I'ma take my shot
Yeah, yeah, yeah