Wraith-Ful lyrics

[Intro]
So wassup?
Help yourself
No thanks
You heard what the man said, motherf*cker
Clean your plate, now

[Hook]
Blow a n*gga face off
I never hesitate to let it spray off
My b*tch sniffing straight raw
Sniff an eighth till her face fall
I tell her to clean the plate off
You new n*ggas I hate y'all
You f*ck n*ggas still workin' wit an 8-ball
I had ya corner yellow taped off
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

[Verse 1]
Told shorty order the lobster
Never been in a movie, front row at the Oscar's
You can tell I'm gangster by my posture
Hit a n*gga 10 times wit the chopper
Hustlin out this lil b*tch house, Tasha
300 racks stashed in the washer
My b*tch looking like a goddess
She find solace in croc Birkins and blood bottoms
She do whatever I say, she ain't gon break a promise
I say I'm that n*gga, really I'm being modest
The kinda n*gga you should praise more
Everything I put out, the bar raise more
I needed to save more, so I made more
Kush trap in Atlanta jumping like Bazemore
I show them n*ggas what the K's for
Knew he was dead, but I put one more in his head, I made sure
[Hook]
Blow a n*gga face off
I never hesitate to let it spray off
My b*tch sniffing straight raw
Sniff an eighth till her face fall
I tell her to clean the plate off
You new n*ggas I hate y'all
You f*ck n*ggas still workin' wit an 8-ball
I had ya corner yellow taped off
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

[Verse 2]
I been thru it, all my scars are the proof
I sold raw on the stoop, now it's BET awards in a suit
Cracking cigars sitting underneath the stars in the roof
But I'm still thanking God for all that he do
Got shot, Bell's palsy so my jaw wouldn't move
Now I, can outrap your whole squad and ya crew
Or whatever you wanna call it, y'all garbage, it's true
I'm that n*gga when it come to this, I thought that you knew
It don't matter, old n*gga or an artist is new
He ain't a target, but I promise I will slaughter him too
I had a lot of dreams, now it's like all of them true
Designer sh*t in my closet, baby, all of this new
Half a block on the table, she put her nose in it
She pop the chopper, I show the b*tch how to hold that sh*t
Fire out the nozzle
Smoking sour sippin PJ out the bottle
[Hook]
Blow a n*gga face off
I never hesitate to let it spray off
My b*tch sniffing straight raw
Sniff an eighth till her face fall
I tell her to clean the plate off
You new n*ggas I hate y'all
You f*ck n*ggas still workin' wit an 8-ball
I had ya corner taped off
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off