Song Page - Lyrify.me

Lyrify.me

Wraith by Eyezac Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

Ball like my poppa ouuu
Pull up that chopper ouuu
I blocka blocka ouuu
My flow like water ouuu


Girl I’m not in the mood
I might just chuck the deuce
Fuck with my attitude
She think I’m way too rude
I’m not that typa dude
Do what you gotta do
They can’t fuck with the crew
We tryna cop a coup

Ball like my poppa ouuu
Pull up that chopper ouuu
I blocka blocka ouuu
My flow like water ouuu

Told Adam we will cop a wraith, on some paper chase
Like infinity i smoke an 8th, up to a better place
Real niggas dying in the streets too many niggas fake
Pinky ring diamonds in the taste, I’m shining in your face
Everyday homies rolling up they ey, I smoke a little ey
Real shit I’m tired of the hate, I think I need a break
Boy cause I’m a savage in the night, a killer in the day
Please just won’t you watch the shit you say, just what the shit you say
I stay woke I never blink
Rappers sending me their links
In MidCity I'm the prince
Some niggas pulled up on my clique
Niggas hating on my shit
Your shawty all up on my dick
This ain't Dms I will never slip
Aww How wonderful is this

There is no nigga Eyezac ain’t better than
Mean my cousin locked up in the pentint
I gota verses I’m just like a reverand
In my closet there a couple of skeletons
Me and Adam just mix up the sedatives
Got Luewelyn and iss not Luevelyn
Me and Kyu always lean with the medicine
Man they can’t take me out of my element
Damn I’m a veteran

Ball like my poppa ouuu
Pull up that chopper ouuu
I blocka blocka ouuu
My flow like water ouuu

Girl I’m not in the mood
I might just chuck the deuce
Fuck with my attitude
She think I’m way too rude
I’m not that typa dude
Do what you gotta do
They can’t fuck with my crew
We tryna cop a coup
Ball like my poppa ouuu
Pull up that chopper ouuu
I blocka blocka ouuu
My flow like water ouuu

This for the fans that be loyal and patient
Honest to us till we famous
Always around till we make it
Never switch up or be faking
I spoke to eyezac and told him at 35 I need to cop me a wraith
The leather black seats too evasive
One day Our wraiths will be racing
Count Rackula
Rackson
We back again
We racking and racked up in every den
Stylizing words with a broken pen
But I make it a hit like I've always said
Haters gon hate how iss always been
Real niggas flourish with everything
My money can buy you exquisite things
Your old nigga new shit is old to me

Nigga talk shit then I pull out the drac
If I'm here nigga know iss not safe
I kill a nigga for breaching my ways
Iss expensive to ride in my lane
Why you gas up like the price escalate
Relax and just fuck out my face
I made her rush now she burn like a flame
You putting her out cause you lame
In the studio
Cooking up hits
The blisters I have from recording this shit
Momma asked me bout the cuts on my lips
I spit that shit that illegal to spit
You'll feel my wraith and you'll know when I'm pissed
Can't change my ways I'm addicted to shit
The risk that I take that's securing my wrist
Secure 100K for my diamonds that glist