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, Pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)

Dior hat (yeah, yeah), I've got rack (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)

VVS'

She got on bust-downs, she buss it down like she naked

And thе trappin' hot (hot)

Told her, "Come and dance" (dancе)

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 23

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, Pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)

Dior hat (yeah, yeah), I've got rack (yeah, yeah)

You ain't have nothin' to do with that

Yeah, Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin'

I hit Derek for a box of wines

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 stitches in the bitch, we ain't got no alarm

When they hit in the work you just stole what you want

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 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, Pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)

Dior hat (yeah, yeah), I've got rack (yeah, yeah)

You ain't have nothin' to do with that