Ninja Lyrics – Young Thug

[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 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 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, kicking up no dust
N!gga, you ain’t on your s*it
Big dog right now, fu*k n!gga talking ’bout?

B!tch, I ain’t hitting that b!tch (No)
Lil’ bitty bag, you n!ggas ain’t getting no cash, my n!ggas are rich
Lil’ bitty bag, you n!ggas ain’t getting this s*it like us, n!gga, we getting it
On the way to the party to take they hoes
I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trapping loads
We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul
Lil’ b!tch got choked out tryna send the lo’ out (Huh)
We trapping and rapping, you b!tch (Let’s go)
We putting that s*it on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)
We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let’s go)
We putting baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)
My n!gga, I’m trench as it get (Let’s go)
These fu*k n!ggas selling they soul (Woah, woah, woah)
We pop it wherever we go (Let’s go)
We selling these lil’ n!ggas hope (Let it breathe)

[Interlude]
Yeah, it’s King Spider, man, these n!ggas 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 fu*king dank, yeah
They follow us ’cause it ain’t nothing we can’t get, yeah
Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah
Every time they play, we spanking ’em, yeah (You want a whooping, 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
Talking 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 smelling like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria’s Secret s*it (Okay)
I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doing Chanel
They wanna be just like us and all they b!tches can tell, n!gga
N!gga, n!gga
I’m calling my opps n!gga
They better not play with me, n!gga
I sleep with the K with me, n!gga
Some bad s*it lay with me, n!gga
My kids, they straight, you n!gga
I’m not fake, you n!gga
Black diamonds today, I’m a n!gga
N!gga, n!gga
I’m calling my opps n!gga
N!gga, n!gga
I’m calling my opps n!gga