Conway the Machine - Wraith-Ful

[Intro] So wassup? Help yourself No thanks You heard what the man said, motherfucker Clean your plate, now [Hook] Blow a nigga face off I never hesitate to let it spray off My bitch sniffing straight raw Sniff an eighth till her face fall I tell her to clean the plate off You new niggas I hate yall You fuck niggas still workin wit an 8 ball? I had ya corner yellow taped off Let [?] 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 nigga 10 times wit the chopper Hustlin out this lil bitch house, Tasha 300 racks stashed in the washer My bitch looking like a goddess She find solace in [?] Birkin's and blood bottoms She do whatever I say, she ain't gon break a promise I say I'm that nigga Really I'm being modest The kinda nigga 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 niggas what the K's for I knew he was dead But I put one more in his head, I made sure [Hook] [Verse 2] I been thru it, all my scars are the proof I sold rocks on the stoop Now it's BET awards in a suit Cracking cigars 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, yall garbage is true I'm that nigga when it come to this, I thought that you knew It don't matter, old nigga 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 shit I'm closet, baby, all of em new Half a block on the table, she put her nose in it She pop the chopper, I show the bitch how to hold that shit Fire out the nozzle Smoking sour sippin PJ out the bottle [Hook]