[Intro]

So wassup?

Help yourself

No thanks

You heard what the man said, motherfucker

Clean your plate, now

[Hook]

Blow a nigga face off

I never hesitate to let it spray off

My bitch sniffing straight raw

Sniff an eighth till her face fall

I tell her to clean the plate off

You new niggas I hate y'all

You fuck niggas still workin' wit an 8-ball

I had ya corner yellow taped off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

[Verse 1]

Told shorty order the lobster

Never been in a movie, front row at the Oscar's

You can tell I'm gangster by my posture

Hit a nigga 10 times wit the chopper

Hustlin out this lil bitch house, Tasha

300 racks stashed in the washer

My bitch looking like a goddess

She find solace in croc Birkins and blood bottoms

She do whatever I say, she ain't gon break a promise

I say I'm that nigga, really I'm being modest

The kinda nigga you should praise more

Everything I put out, the bar raise more

I needed to save more, so I made more

Kush trap in Atlanta jumping like Bazemore

I show them niggas what the K's for

Knew he was dead, but I put one more in his head, I made sure

[Hook]

Blow a nigga face off

I never hesitate to let it spray off

My bitch sniffing straight raw

Sniff an eighth till her face fall

I tell her to clean the plate off

You new niggas I hate y'all

You fuck niggas still workin' wit an 8-ball

I had ya corner yellow taped off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off

[Verse 2]

I been thru it, all my scars are the proof

I sold raw on the stoop, now it's BET awards in a suit

Cracking cigars sitting underneath the stars in the roof

But I'm still thanking God for all that he do

Got shot, Bell's palsy so my jaw wouldn't move

Now I, can outrap your whole squad and ya crew

Or whatever you wanna call it, y'all garbage, it's true

I'm that nigga when it come to this, I thought that you knew

It don't matter, old nigga or an artist is new

He ain't a target, but I promise I will slaughter him too

I had a lot of dreams, now it's like all of them true

Designer shit in my closet, baby, all of this new

Half a block on the table, she put her nose in it

She pop the chopper, I show the bitch how to hold that shit

Fire out the nozzle

Smoking sour sippin PJ out the bottle

[Hook]

Blow a nigga face off

I never hesitate to let it spray off

My bitch sniffing straight raw

Sniff an eighth till her face fall

I tell her to clean the plate off

You new niggas I hate y'all

You fuck niggas still workin' wit an 8-ball

I had ya corner taped off

Let V-Live pull the Wraith off