Wewantwraiths - Back 2 Gettin' Paid lyrics

(Wizard, it's magic)
(Gwappa, baby)

Yo, what's the profile?
Live like a lowlife to get this cake
This shit's so wild, she wanna go down, see how it taste
I got no time, I'm rappin' my ass off to get away
I need a show now, back to extendin' that twenty K

Police at the door, I wish it wasn't for me
Even my hoya knows the code, don't never speak to police
I wish my Lord forgives me every time I'm pourin' a litre
My mouth get dry, I take a sip of this lean
They take your kindness for a weakness
You can't kill niggas with kindness
Got a double-barrel shotgun, best believe you shit your diapers
It's family over everything, my team is full of snipers
They gave Marlo twenty-five, I can't believe that he's a lifer (He's a lifer)
Designer junkies wrap the stage like Billie Eilish
Amiri jeans, got paint on me like I was childish
All these Section 60 stops in my city 'cause of violence
I sacrifice my team for this designer
Are we livin', or survivin'?
We're not guilty fo the trial
One hand on the Bible, even though he lyin'
Second time he's on the stand, I caught him feelin' up the silence
Guilty was the verdict, now, his family's in denial

Yo, what's the profile?
Live like a lowlife to get this cake
This shit's so wild, she wanna go down, see how it taste
I got no time, I'm rappin' my ass off to get away
I need a show now, back to extendin' that twenty K

They let ghosts out, autos, back to gettin' paid
Smoke a whole pound, mhm-mhm, the package on the way
Tell her, "Slow down," mhm-mhm, put him in her place
Only factory-settin' diamonds on the face

I was stuck in the darkness without a light
I was young and so heartless, but, I survived
My head's stuck where the stars at
Whenever I drive, gotta pop in the armrest with a bad bitch by my side
I put my money for my half
Used to have a lot of people, now, I'm mostly by myself
I'm surrounded by this evil, money, pussy, power, skill
And, I'm weighin' up some Zitos, only smokin' off the shelf
I'ma take in all these Demons, have these bullets bang
[ _ ] get hit with fire when I see them
I ain't closin' any doors, the back is open for a reason
If I go out all attack, retire all the defence
Broski got the Golden Boot, he scorin' every season
Life as really hard, it didn't go how I expected
You shoot a video, keep a clip, that come sextendin'
You go viral if you try me, this the [ _ ] influential
Bullets spread like influenza

Yeah, yo, what's the profile?
Live like a lowlife to get this cake
This shit's so wild, she wanna go down, see how it taste
I got no time, I'm rappin' my ass off to get away
I need a show now, back to extendin' that twenty K

They let ghosts out, autos, back to gettin' paid
Smoke a whole pound, mhm-mhm, the package on the way
Tell her, "Slow down," mhm-mhm, put him in her place
Only factory-settin' diamonds on the face

What's the profile?
Yeah, they et ghosts out
Smoke a whole pound