Wraith Lyrics - T.i.

[Intro] 

Yeah 

Hey man 

I got a real short list of shit I like to do 

Ya dig 

Get money (Yeah) 

, Kick shit (I Just wanna ball, yeah) 

I just wanna ball, yeah 

That's the list, nigga, that's it 

[Hook] 

I just wanna ball in the wraith 

With your broad in the way 

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 

Leave your daughter with the papers 

Fuck a hater till the day I die 

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it 

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[Verse 1] 

Put it down, bankrolls in the neighborhood 

Was catching cases, before I got to get some paper good 

Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you came up?' 

I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front 

I don't like her, feel that way about alot of rappers 

I don't talk about 'em 

Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud 

Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war about it 

Hm Having problems understanding your logic, man 

Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and tour London 

Get some more money 

Don't believe it When your heard doubt me 

Ain't no pun intended 

Military guns in the mansion 

Ain't no runnin' in it 

A rebel when I fucked that bitch 

It ain't no coming in it 

Since my first album I been serious 

Ain't no funny business 

Bitch, ain't no funny business 

No weapon, against me shall prosper 

But it's welcome to form 

Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum 

Ringing bells and blowing horns when my named called 

I'm just a self made nigga in the wraith though 

[Hook] 

I just wanna ball in the wraith 

With your broad in the way 

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 

Leave your daughter with the papers 

Fuck a hater till the day I die 

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it 

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] 

I'm a dope boy legend 

Street form reppin 

Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the necklace 

They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be 

Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me 

Know 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 Wraith on the super bowl 

In the kitchen, super cold 

Six ounce, four pints, that's a superstove 

I always had a plaque and a hit 

Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks 

If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe 

Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case 

Truck, truck, Lambo 

Guns, guns, ammo 

Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my fam-o 

He a white man, kill him 

For his shit, she want a check for the 

Pussy 

That's that out the North shit 

[Hook] 

I just wanna ball in the wraith 

With your broad in the way 

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 

Leave your daughter with the papers 

Fuck a hater till the day I die 

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it 

[Verse 3] 

Presidential swag 

In the slum with the hairnet 

Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out 

Dab in my bag, give it to her, wear her ass at? 

Dick game great, give it to her till she pass out 

This the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda 

Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no details 

Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures 

Now they rich and you just get it out the Blue 

Now he ridin' in the Rolls Royce 

Came out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy 

Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing 

Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a whole one 

Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't deny me 

Niggas still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga 

Yeah, See it on my face, dawg 

I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars 

[Hook] 

I just wanna ball in the wraith 

With your broad in the way 

And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 

Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 

Leave your daughter with the papers 

Fuck a hater till the day I die 

Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 

Before you were getting going, I was getting to it