Wraith

Lyrics

[Intro] ATL Jacob [Chorus] Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith Pockets on a fat bitch weight Got a house built on the lake Four Cartier bracelets, I'm straight Sixty racks when you add it all up Try to rob, I put you on a plate No shrimps, I only eat steak Fat boy stay fresh every day Head to toe, I stay in designer All the chains like I hit a gold mine Goyard filled with ten pounds No luggage when I'm goin' out of town Buy the mall when the jet hit land Got your bitch and she down with the plan Tell her put the birds in her pocketbook Let the bitch bring 'em back to the A [Verse 1] Birds comin' in from San Francisco Dogfood comin' in from LA Fat boy, probably 'lone in Peachtree I'm in Aventador, ridin' down Peach Street That's a half a million dollars, feds watchin' me Switch the wheels up, just like Big Meech Turned up Magic City on the same day Got three hoes man, who go both ways Feed them percocet, fat boy stayin' loaded Keep extendo and that bitch stay loaded Try to rob, then I'm gonna have to unload it Rockin' cargo jeans, all pockets full 'Nother whip, nothin' but Freebandz in 'em When you gettin' bricks in, gotta go in 'em When you buy a Rollie, gotta bust it down Sippin' mud just to slow shit down [Chorus] Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith Pockets on a fat bitch weight Got a house built on the lake Four Cartier bracelets, I'm straight Sixty racks when you add it all up Try to rob, I put you on a plate No shrimps, I only eat steak Fat boy stay fresh every day [Verse 2] Twelve go T motherfucker Geeked off perc motherfucker Money real long motherfucker Bitches on my line, I'ma fuck her Fuck the bitch one time, fuck her Got pounds on the roads, I stuffed 'em Plug tryna play somethin', nigga took 'em Back door, I hit 'em with a triple cross Fat boy sweat harder than Rick Ross Diamonds hittin' like woo, good lord Bitch jumpin' on my dick like trampoline Pour an eight up, pour it up with the team If it ain't raw then we don't drink lean Been gettin' money since like thirteen Kirkwood, rep that heart of the hood 260 right away so I'm eatin' good [Chorus] Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith Pockets on a fat bitch weight Got a house built on the lake Four Cartier bracelets, I'm straight Sixty racks when you add it all up Try to rob, I put you on a plate No shrimps, I only eat steak Fat boy stay fresh every day Head to toe, I stay in designer All the chains like I hit a gold mine Goyard filled with ten pounds No luggage when I'm goin' out of town Buy the mall when the jet hit land Got your bitch and she down with the plan Tell her put the birds in her pocketbook Let the bitch bring 'em back to the A