Spider Bang

(They gon' feel this one) eight, shit bang Fuck that, we tryna bang, yeah! (Bow bow bow) Money over all these hoes breathin' Shitted on while I was broke and that gave me more reason To step on niggas throats, up that taxes on that dope I got straps around the house and I got packs all on the floor Bitch, we slide like credit cards before they max 'em out They book a show, I pack 'em out Can't put us out, my junkies own the houses we be trappin' out Got distribution deals for them Ms, some shit to brag about My opps really dyin' back to back, that shit they rap about You know she fuckin' Lu', she got a spider tatted Got that ass movin' on that dick like she hyperactive But the kid, it ain't his, like he Michael Jackson Let me shoot my kids on her chin, oh, I like 'em nasty That lil' bitch that you be cuffin', she my cum bucket She hit ignore and call back after she done suckin' I'm countin' up and thinkin' 'bout the drop that I'ma purchase for the summer I need 20 for a verse and I ain't workin' with your numbers She think I'ma buy a Birkin, must be full of Perkins I just feed that hoe some Church's, told her thank you for your service Tried to put her lips on me, I don't kiss, bitch, I'm allergic Pussy got some grip on it, dive deep, dick in her cervix Like it ain't no gravity, bitch, we run it up (get your money up) Bitch, you can't fuck with me, just to sum it up I just ran a hundred up, did that shit in three days Lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it's my B-day If he ain't spinnin' Spider Gang, I don't fuck with the DJ No, I can't love her, that lil' pussy got more miles than a freeway I'm thuggin', I can't even lie I keep all my hoes in line Keep a switch up on me every day like it's my favorite clothing line Mister officer, come and get your hoe off us Lotta water on my throat like it's Ozarker Stuffin' blues in my pocket, thick as Nikki Parker Lotta lean in this coffee cup, this ain't no Starbucks No, got a cake bakin' for the opps Slidin' like Bay Bay with this Glock, but this ain't no dance for TikTok Do it the eight way, bitch, don't play with me, I ain't your playmate This bitch boomin', one-stop shop, every day a payday (rich) Like it ain't no gravity, bitch, we run it up (get your money up) Bitch, you can't fuck with me, just to sum it up I just ran a hundred up, did that shit in three days Lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it's my B-day If he ain't spinnin' Spider Gang, I don't fuck with the DJ No, I can't love her, that lil' pussy got more miles than a freeway I'm thuggin', I can't even lie I keep all my hoes in line Keep a switch up on me every day like it's my favorite clothing line I got hoes lined up like it's a jigga train Lil web for that pussy he ain't spider gang And it ain't no copin' please Bitch we tryna bang Bitch we tryna bang