Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
spoof
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
(I...)
(I-I love you)
I just spent some bands on some shit I'on even need
Yeah, I walk up in the store and I buy everything
**** mad as fuck, get yo' bands up
I got bands, yeah
Might whack yo' mans, yeah
That Glock don't jam, nah
Yo' bih' my fan (AHHHHhhhh...)
You tote that Glock, you ran
My new ho bad, ten
Fuck ****, stop lackin'
Run up on that pussy boy, left it tragic (AHHHH-)
**** broke as fuck, that's why he dick ride
Off the gas, I BEEN high
Fuck yo' man's, he BEEN dieddd (AHHHHhhhh...)
I'on got no time, like, why you tellin' lies?
See that shit right through yo' eyes
Bad ho finna ride, ride
Where yo' cash at?
Where yo' bag at?
Caught yo' man's, he lack-lack (AHHHHhhhh...)
Blowin' dope, that fat pack
Yeahhh, put yo' man's up in a fat pack
Yeahhh, bitch, I kill shit like I'm Mad Max (AHHHHhhhh...)
Fuck **** steady hatin'
Fuckin' tried, he a bitch
.45 hit his shit (AHHHHhhhh...)
Fuck y'all ****, y'all fake as shit
Fuck y'all ****, y'all lame as shit
Turn it off, put it up in a ditch
Ran down and his ass got hit (AHHHHhhhh...)
Man down, you is not on shit
I knew yo' ass was a bitch
Broke ****, fake Rick
Tryna blow, patience
You can't do my flow, shut the fuck up, lil' bro
I been gettin' this dope
**** mad & they broke
Yeah, yeahhh
(He flops everytime he puts them random ass **** on his shit)
(**** put somebody named Spoof on his tape, that is the craziest shit I've ever seen, bruh)
(That **** put a **** named Spoof on his fuckin' tape, like, I can't even say that shit with a straight face, bruh)
('Cause-, yeahhh, Spoof is gon' go crazy! Let's be for real...)
Written by: Spoof Spoof