Ninja

[Intro] This is the most of them This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room He's the one directing traffic He is the one that we're all afraid of He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable And we know that to be their MO He gets a burner, he gets in there He runs his gang from inside And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell I know what the investigator said, with all due respect That's not the jail, that's their job It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams That's not their job The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job He is dangerous And, and I I normally don't do this But I don't hesitate in this case Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing I believe he's that dangerous, judge Yeah, Spider King Spider Yeah Oh, yeah [Verse 1] Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust Nigga, you ain't on your shit Big dog right now, fuck nigga talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No) Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it On the way to the party to take they hoes I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh) We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go) We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah) We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go) We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah) My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go) These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah) We pop it wherever we go (Let's go) We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe) [Interlude] Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe) That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe) But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah) [Verse 2] Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?) When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah I chop off the beat I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey) It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay) I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga Nigga, nigga I'm callin' my opps nigga They better not play with me, nigga I sleep with the K with me, nigga Some bad shit lay with me, nigga My kids, they straight, you nigga I'm not fake, you nigga Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga Nigga, nigga I'm callin' my opps nigga Nigga, nigga I'm callin' my opps nigga