Space Inna Wraith

Big bag, Brazy 'til I D-I-E
And I want the AP bussdown please
I remember days I was praying on my knees
Boogers on the buffs, nigga I ain’t even sneeze
Bitches going hard for the clout nowadays
Can’t get me out the house 'less a bitch getting paid
I be laying low like minimum wage
Burning up these trees everyday like sage
These hoes biting my swag like a Red Nose
Big blunt thicker than a egg roll
Chanel on my face like I beat up the day
Stop playing, I would’ve let the block up, no parade
I’m with Jaz, countin' up in the cut like a blade
These hoes Tom Brady when they throwing that shade
All alone in the Wraith, I got too much space
Lil' lame ass hoes got too much to say
Too much space inna Wraith (Skrrt)
Too much fake in my face (Fake in my face)
Too much money being made (Yeah)
Splitting that bag up with my bitches
Chanel on my ass nowadays (Nowadays)
Real good gas nowadays (Nowadays)
Yeah, I wonder why they hate? (I wonder why they hate?)
Huh, like they don’t know I’m wit' it (I'm wit' it)
Too much space inna Wraith (Skrrt)
Too much fake in my face (Fake in my face)
Too much money being made (Yeah)
Splitting that bag up with my bitches
Chanel on my ass nowadays (Nowadays)
Real good gas nowadays (Nowadays)
Yeah, I wonder why they hate? (I wonder why they hate?)
Uh, like they don’t know I’m wit' it (I'm wit' it)