2 Chainz, Lil Baby - Kingpen Ghostwriter lyrics
Tauheed Epps
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[2 Chainz, Lil Baby - Kingpen Ghostwriter lyrics]
This shit hard, Buddah
I'm finna put that motherfuckin' heron
Flow on that motherfucker though
Buddah bless this beat (Toni)
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like NORE
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)
Dior hat
(yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (yeah, yeah)
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) vVSs
She got on bust downs
She buss it down like she naked
And thе trappin' hot
(Hot) told her "Come and dance" (Dancе)
Didn't have no AC on, all we had was OnlyFans
(Woo) pinky ring summer
(Summer) limousine, uh uh (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 boss
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 NORE
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)
Dior hat
(yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that
Yeah, Gucci shorts, Gucci socks are showin'
I hit Derek for a box of Ones
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
We got sticks in the bitch
We ain't got no alarm
When they heat didn't work
We used the stove to get warm
My lil nigga 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 and post in 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 fuck with a nigga, just say that
McLaren fast, it belong on a race track
None of that bullshit
You know I ain't play that
I had a clean-up crew come
Through and spray that
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like NORE
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)
Dior hat
(yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that
I'm finna put that motherfuckin' heron
Flow on that motherfucker though
Buddah bless this beat (Toni)
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like NORE
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)
Dior hat
(yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (yeah, yeah)
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) vVSs
She got on bust downs
She buss it down like she naked
And thе trappin' hot
(Hot) told her "Come and dance" (Dancе)
Didn't have no AC on, all we had was OnlyFans
(Woo) pinky ring summer
(Summer) limousine, uh uh (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 boss
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 NORE
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)
Dior hat
(yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that
Yeah, Gucci shorts, Gucci socks are showin'
I hit Derek for a box of Ones
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
We got sticks in the bitch
We ain't got no alarm
When they heat didn't work
We used the stove to get warm
My lil nigga 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 and post in 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 fuck with a nigga, just say that
McLaren fast, it belong on a race track
None of that bullshit
You know I ain't play that
I had a clean-up crew come
Through and spray that
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like NORE
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (yeah, yeah)
Dior hat
(yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that