Wraith - T.I., Yo Gotti

I got a real short list of shit I like to do

Get money, cake shit

I just wanna ball, yeah

That's the list, nigga, that's it

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Pray to God, keep it all in a day

with the paper till the day I die

From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing

For you were getting going, I was getting cured

Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood

We're catching cases, I got to catch some paper good

Lil homie @ me, do you know you came up?

I say you deal with led bitch, you wearing

I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em

Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em

OD niggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud

Got body, got a problem, go to war about it

Have a problem understanding your logic, man

Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London

And some more money

Don't believe it?

Well, you a dummy

Ain't no pun intended

Never tearing girls in the mention

Ain't no renting in it

A rebel when I fucked that bitch

It ain't no coming in it

Since my first album I've been serious

Ain't no funny business

Bitch, ain't no funny business

No weapon, give us your prosper

But it's welcome to form

Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the foreign

Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called

I'm just a self made nigga in the rain though

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Pray to God, keep it all in a day

with the paper till the day I die

From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing

For you were getting going, I was getting cured

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

I'm a dope boy legend

Street form revving

Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas

They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be

Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me

If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me?

No

She gon' fuck me?

No, if a nigga go broke

I bet a range on the super bowl

In the kitchen, super cold

Six ounce, four pints, that's a superstore

Though I always had a plaque and a hit

Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks

If there's thorns in the wreath, got the titles in the safe

Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case

Truck, truck, Lambo

Gun, gun, ammo

Me and black, that's my fammo

He a white man, camo

Who is she?

she wanna cake

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Pray to God, keep it all in a day

with the paper till the day I die

From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing

For you were getting going, I was getting cured

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

I'm a president swag

In the slum with the hat now

Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out

Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her ass at?

Dick gang great, give it to her till she pass out

The whip can, b12, for baking soda

Stretch a quarter out a whole, no detail

Shout out to all my nigga, who legit and now they figure

Now they rich and you just get it to blow

Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy

Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing

Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway

K-I-N-G, can't deny me

Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga

See it on my face, dawg

I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Pray to God, keep it all in a day

with the paper till the day I die

From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing

For you were getting going, I was getting cured

I just wanna ball in the range

Brawl in the way

When I wanna, I'ma take my shot

Yeah, yeah, yeah