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Wraith Video (MV)




Performed By: FatBoi JB
Length: 2:34
Written by: Jayron Brown




FatBoi JB - Wraith Lyrics
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Its the fatboi
Im trynna pull up In a wraith
Got big dreams so i brought a big safe
Niggas aint really not safe
Dont know when my day coming
So I bought the K just in case
These niggas really on fake
Clutching for ig But real life sam young on the pump fake
You Niggas is snakes you work with the jakes
You niggas is Treyway
Ice told me dont Me let em track ya movements
Shit aint routine strategically plotted to get me that mula
I got some psycho cats
To off a nigga medula
Rip trula
F*ck is you doing
You aint with the movement
Get out the way
Before i spray and stop all ya movements
In deaths name they pray
Devils hallelujah
Big benz pull up Mercedes
Big bands pull out a stack Like its jenga
All you hear is niggas screaming ayy
When the k bust
Bullets be spreading like aids man its dangerous
Boutta drop a sextape with ya girl trynna be famous Kim k shit
Sound crazy thats how it be when niggas clout chasing
Nowadays niggas do anything Just to be famous
You niggas is hoes put ya name on a stones
You in the way man you gotta go
We aint friends but we aint foes
You just a peasant man you gotta go
Treat you like luda
Move bitch get out the way ho
Before the bodies be dropping and stacking like legos
Nigga just let it go
I am the man i know it
Get cash by the band just to blow it
Hold up smoke break its time to roll it
Niggas be mad cuz im getting that cash and im stunting on you (You mad nigga)
Talking that shit nigga thats why bringing hallows to you (Bow bow)
You think imma tough guy you dont wanna see my crew (You dont nigga)
Hbt we slaying ya bitch what you wanna do
Lets keep it real you dont want to end up on the news newz
Think of the hood as a frat we paying bodies for dues dues
You one bullet away from ya from ya ma singing the blues blues
You want the money i get the money we got different views views
You losing all of Yo money f*cking wit the smoke me hoes
I mines well buy me red truck cuz i got the fire hoes
Get it
Thats a double entendre
Cuz i got the bad bitches
And im hung
Look like im carrying the llama
I getting money but i gotta stack it for my momma
Done chasing hoes come with too much drama
Just focused on the duckets
Girls start throwing the vagina
Nigga im the man aint no sorta aint no kinda
Stuffing dick down her throat
Look like im feeding anacondas
Tell tomlin bring the hook back in
Boutta roll another palma
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Its the fatboi
Im trynna pull up In a wraith
Got big dreams so i brought a big safe
Niggas aint really not safe
Dont know when my day coming
So I bought the K just in case
These niggas really on fake
Clutching for ig But real life sam young on the pump fake
You Niggas is snakes you work with the jakes
You niggas is Treyway
Ice told me dont Me let em track ya movements
Shit aint routine strategically plotted to get me that mula
I got some psycho cats
To off a nigga medula
Rip trula
F*ck is you doing
You aint with the movement
Get out the way
Before i spray and stop all ya movements
In deaths name they pray
Devils hallelujah
Big benz pull up Mercedes
Big bands pull out a stack Like its jenga
All you hear is niggas screaming ayy
When the k bust
Bullets be spreading like aids man its dangerous
Boutta drop a sextape with ya girl trynna be famous Kim k shit
Sound crazy thats how it be when niggas clout chasing
Nowadays niggas do anything Just to be famous
You niggas is hoes put ya name on a stones
You in the way man you gotta go
We aint friends but we aint foes
You just a peasant man you gotta go
Treat you like luda
Move bitch get out the way ho
Before the bodies be dropping and stacking like legos
Nigga just let it go
I am the man i know it
Get cash by the band just to blow it
Hold up smoke break its time to roll it
Niggas be mad cuz im getting that cash and im stunting on you (You mad nigga)
Talking that shit nigga thats why bringing hallows to you (Bow bow)
You think imma tough guy you dont wanna see my crew (You dont nigga)
Hbt we slaying ya bitch what you wanna do
Lets keep it real you dont want to end up on the news newz
Think of the hood as a frat we paying bodies for dues dues
You one bullet away from ya from ya ma singing the blues blues
You want the money i get the money we got different views views
You losing all of Yo money f*cking wit the smoke me hoes
I mines well buy me red truck cuz i got the fire hoes
Get it
Thats a double entendre
Cuz i got the bad bitches
And im hung
Look like im carrying the llama
I getting money but i gotta stack it for my momma
Done chasing hoes come with too much drama
Just focused on the duckets
Girls start throwing the vagina
Nigga im the man aint no sorta aint no kinda
Stuffing dick down her throat
Look like im feeding anacondas
Tell tomlin bring the hook back in
Boutta roll another palma
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Writer: Jayron Brown
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