WRAITH ft. Beamon Lyrics

Young sinner mane with a cash cow brain

Stacked up gwap till I get up ouy my pain

Dad died, fifteen I aint been the same

In a trap house till I died in it mane

Bitch wanna cut till I cut errythang

She wont my main but I take her to the bank

So she got that money for the pills and all the drank

Whenever I die throw my body in a rave

Doing this shit right until I get my momma paid

Imma give it back to my fam untill I fade

Pig cars in the back why my momma prayed

If they ever find me imma take em on a race

Never keeping up- bitch - better find pace

If you got a problem better say it to my face

If he tryna rap I bet he better be brave

Buried in a house when im dead not a grave

Kaso going ghost but I better be prayed

Up so my soul never ever really age

Imma go back to the places that I hate

Just to show em all I could pull up in a wraith

I record

When that night is dark

And my shadow tall

If she call my phone

Leave my voice on mute

Bitch my diamonds talk

All these rappers flawed

I will crack that jaw

Let that fn spark

Turn your fucking throat

Into applesauce

On that winter even evening

And my skull got pain

Bitch my shit is bleak

And I love that rain

It's that beamon season

I got snow on my corpse

I got flame on my body

I got loved ones that have left me

Taking everything about me

My nightmares fall

My dreams turn to solids

Pussy boy you got opinions

I don't give a fuck about it

Bitch I'm falling like the wind

Bitch I flow just like the mountains

And your shit ain't ever bumping

I don't give a fuck about it

Bitch I'm falling like the wind

Bitch I flow just like the mountains

Pussy boy you got opinions

I don't give a fuck about it

Bitch I'm falling like the wind

Bitch I flow just like the mountains

Pussy boy you got opinions

I don't give a fuck about it

Aye

Nigga

Brain feels split I don't really feel shit

Homie brought a bitch

I would rather flip brick

Dm to yo dm saying that I'm really lit

I don't see em but I bleed em

Cuz I'm rolling with them pricks

And we finna take his shit

Sounding like we finna dip

Till we shoot him in his shit

See him puking on his whip

Last time I came thru colorado ripped

I been feeling heavy till I take a hunnid hits