Wraith-Ful Conway the Machine

[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