Letra de ' Kingpen Ghostwriter (feat. Lil Baby) ' de 2 Chainz

This shit hard buddah
I'm finna put that motherfucking heroin flow on this motherfucker though
Toni

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah
Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah
My fleet orange and black, yeah, I'm concrete on tap, yeah
Water on the neck, ain't tap, yeah
I go around with my strap, yeah

VVS's, she got her bust down, she bust it down like she naked
In the trap, it hot, told her, come and dance
Didn't have no AC on, all we had was OnlyFans
Pinky ring, summer limousine, uh huh
Got the Maybach truck
Bought the Maybach car a partner
Ya ain't seen what I done seen, these gleezys cost at least a G
Gangsta music like Eazy-E
When it come to trappin', I'm 23
Moon walkin' like "Billie Jean"
My pistol boss, my kitchen clean
Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah
Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah

Gucci shorts and Gucci socks are showin'
I hit Derrick for a box of ones
Hit Allure, let the thots have fun
He acting like me, that is not my son
He might be the two but he is not the one
This shit that I do, it is not for fun
Everybody gon' go, you is not the car
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm
We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm
When the heat didn't work, we used the stove to get warm
My lil nigga down bad, he supposed to be home
Fuck around for too long, I'm supposed to be gone
Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong
If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at
Too hard, you know how I play it
I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'
5 mill in blue, let them know I ain't playin'
Back in the 'Bach gettin' head while I lay there
You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that
McLaren fast, it belong on the race track
None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that
I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah
Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that