(feat. Yo Gotti)

[Intro]
I got a real short list of shit I like to do
Get money, cake shit
I just wanna ball, yeah
That's the list, nigga, 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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 bitch, you wearing [?]
I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em
Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em
OD niggas 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 fucked that bitch
It ain't no coming in it
Since my first album I've been serious
Ain't no funny business
Bitch, 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 nigga 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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 niggas
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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?
Dick 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 nigga, 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
Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
See it on my face, dawg
I'm just a real nigga 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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

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Wraith Lyrics

T.I. – Wraith Lyrics

(feat. Yo Gotti)

[Intro]
I got a real short list of shit I like to do
Get money, cake shit
I just wanna ball, yeah
That's the list, nigga, 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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 bitch, you wearing [?]
I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em
Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em
OD niggas 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 fucked that bitch
It ain't no coming in it
Since my first album I've been serious
Ain't no funny business
Bitch, 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 nigga 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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 niggas
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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?
Dick 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 nigga, 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
Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
See it on my face, dawg
I'm just a real nigga 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 bitches saying, for what them niggas 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

Songwriters: Clifford Harris Jr., Mario Mims
Wraith lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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