spawn

Fuck, fuck, fuck Acha, acha, acha Pushed up, thought y'all had it lined Y'all ain't having none when I tear down Thought I was gon' lose my mind Thought I was gon' be geek, having two guns I got extra guns, having extras I be dripping, I'm talkin' 'bout fucking dripping Ranch dressing If you see me You send fake shots, we then get the message Fuck When I first tear down and Glock in my book bag Know he easy to finesse, he a douche bag Nigga bite all my drip, copy the new swag Too many hoes at the spot we can't do that Too many hoes at the spot we gotta do that If we find out nigga cop, beat him blue black Every time a hoe get fucked she get a new tatt Fuck nigga told me gone buck, where your proof at? Bitch ran out with my cup, bring my juice back My twin don't think I got luck the way I shoot that Real I ain't catch a bullseye Different drugs, nigga get too geek Then my favorite gun it be undefeated Having hella fun, drip on my feet Nigga give me something flipped in a week Fine shit, lipstick on my cheek Nigga wanna trade script for his heat You already paid, you done skimped for your weed Racks and glocks that's all that I need Still on the block, nobody don't leave No safe on tglock and it got quick squeeze We rollin' up za, probably got the best weed The twang got it hot and everybody gotta leave I ain't sick of getting money, I got a disease Real trees dripping, jump out the tree Nigga think he know me, run off with P Pull up to a show, they pull out my sleeve Did my first cut today Did my first cut today Different roads but I know where you stay All that drankt bad, have a delay I don't trap but I'm serving today Tryna get high but I'm not tryna pay These niggas pie just pull out my plate On the sidewalk but I work, gon' get on On the sidewalk but I work, get on Ran up racks, put drip on Lil'gang on track, I'll flip phone And the joint got me split like melatonin I weren't even tryna fuck, tryna kill the fade Twang catch him on the alley tryna run away I can't stick around the truck, I got another plate I gotta dump my gun and make another day Niggas spooked to speak up what that boy say? I went down and came up with my parley I'ma shoot my Glock gon' run out I'ma shoot my armor gon' run out Tell the truth your armor gon' sit down Alley oop, my partner gon' grand slam 12 spooked, I'ma move my hand round I'ma truth know them troops ain't with me Drugged out, I be more drugged than broken pipes Trucked out dot she think she know what I like High fuck I be smoking on kite Red dot, you still shootin' in the sky Pill popper that boy think he wanna fight Nine inch stick, it got a sight Peer pressure to do them drugs, they might Everybody scrubbed up they died Calitoy when they put shot, I turn white Miller twin, we might bust the grand fight Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck Acha, acha, acha