Conway - Wraith-Ful lyrics

[Intro] So wa**up? Help yourself No thanks You heard what the man said, motherf**er Clean your plate, now [Hook] Blow a n***a face off I never hesitate to let it spray off My b**h sniffing straight raw Sniff an eighth till her face fall I tell her to clean the plate off You new n***as I hate yall You f** n***as 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 n***a 10 times wit the chopper Hustlin out this lil b**h house, Tasha 300 racks stashed in the washer My b**h 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 n***a Really I'm being modest The kinda n***a you should praise more Everything I put out, the bar raise more I needed to save more, so I made more [?]Kush trap in Atalnta jumping like Bazemore I show them n***as 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 n***a when it come to this, I thought that you knew It don't matter, old n***a 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** 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 b**h how to hold that sh** Fire out the nozzle Smoking sour sippin PJ out the bottle