Текст пісні Ninja - Young Thug

Ninja

This is the most of them
This is the one that you ese 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 burner judge, and the court may know this
A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime
Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable
And we know that to be their M.O
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
A-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, SP5DER
King Spider, yeah
Uh-ah

Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust
Nigga, you ain't know your shit
Big dog right now, fuck they 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' shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it
On the way to the party, did take they hoes
I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' logs
We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul
Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Ha)
Huh, we trappin' and rappin' ya bitch (Let's go)
We puttin' 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)

Yeah, it's King Spider, man (Let it breathe)
These niggas look up to us, that's a fact (Let it breathe)
Everything we do
But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)

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 played, we spankin' 'em, yeah (Want a whoopin', son?)
When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah
I'm the one left those Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah
Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah
I chop out the beat, I chop down a freak (Woo)
The spot, got it reekin', yeah (Hey)
It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)
I bought her the Birkin and 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, ya 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"