Lyrics Ninja - Young Thug

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 directin' traffic
He is the one that we're all afraid of
He's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots

He is the most dangerous of the 28, judge
And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous
The setup they've given to you is actually goin' 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 24 officers bein' 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 missin'
I believe he's that dangerous, judge

Yeah, Spider
King Spider
Yeah
Oh, yeah

Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, nigga, yeen on yo' shit
Big dawg right now, fuck nigga talmbout? 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 hos
I come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads
We got a lotta 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 (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)
We puttin' baguettes on the hos (whoa, whoa, whoa)

My nigga, I'm trench as it get (let go)
These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We pop it wherever we go (let's go)
We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (let it breathe)

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)

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 yo' sheets, yeah
Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah
I chop off the beat

I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)
It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), 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, nigger

Nigger, nigger, I'm callin' my opps nigger
They better not play with me, nigger
I sleep with the K with me, nigger
Some bad shit lay with me, nigger
My kids, they straight, you nigger

I'm not fake, you nigger
Black diamonds today, I'm a nigger
Nigger, nigger
I'm callin' my opps nigger
Nigger, nigger
I'm callin' my opps nigger