2chainz – Kingpen ghost writer Ft. Lil baby

Kingpen ghost writer
Kingpen ghost writer

Kingpen Ghostwriter”

(feat. Lil Baby)

 

This shit hard buddah

I’m finna put that motherfucking heroin flow on this motherfucker though

Toni

 

Money comin’, comin’ in a hurry niggas on the run eatin’ like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain’t had nothing to do with that, yeah

My fleet orange and black, yeah, I’m concrete on tap, yeah

Water on the neck, ain’t tap, yeah

I go around with my strap, yeah

 

VVS’s, she got her bust down, she bust it down like she naked

In the trap, it hot, told her, “Come and dance”

Didn’t have no AC on, all we had was OnlyFans

Pinky ring, summer limousine, uh huh

Got the Maybach truck

Bought the Maybach car a partner

Ya ain’t seen what I done seen, these gleezys cost at least a G

Gangsta music like Eazy-E

When it come to trappin’, I’m 23

Moon walkin’ like “Billie Jean”

My pistol boss, my kitchen clean

Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine

 

Money comin’, comin’ in a hurry niggas on the run eatin’ like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain’t had nothing to do with that, yeah

 

Gucci shorts and Gucci socks are showin’

I hit Derrick for a box of ones

Hit Allure, let the thots have fun

He acting like me, that is not my son

He might be the two but he is not the one

This shit that I do, it is not for fun

Everybody gon’ go, you is not the car

Rockin’ ice like I’m tryna get a knot on my arm

We got sticks in this bitch, we don’t got no alarm

When the heat didn’t work, we used the stove to get warm

My lil nigga down bad, he supposed to be home

Fuck around for too long, I’m supposed to be gone

Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong

If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone

I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at

Too hard, you know how I play it

I don’t gotta tell ’em, they know what I’m sayin’

5 mill in blue, let them know I ain’t playin’

Back in the ‘Bach gettin’ head while I lay there

You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that

McLaren fast, it belong on the race track

None of that bullshit, you know I ain’t play that

I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?

 

Money comin’, comin’ in a hurry niggas on the run eatin’ like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain’t had nothing to do with that

 

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