Spit On (feat. 928Dray)

Body's droppin', now his momma cryin' Yeah, it's finna be a homicide Draco rock you like a lullaby I heard your music and it's all a lie Stop callin', you ain't finna slide Hit his ass with that left, right Shoulda shot you with that .45 Stop the cappin', don't get stepped on I'm on my block, yeah, the red zone We makin' plays in the end zone Yeah, I had to get my neck froze Smokin' strong, yeah, that's good gas Big ol' blunt, I ain't finna pass I said, lil' baby, just throw it back Don't be shy, baby, shake that ass Big ol' pockets and they full of racks Big ol' pockets and they full of racks Bought a brand new whip, then I crashed it Bitch, we out here like Jurassic Marijuana, yeah, I need to have it Niggas out here lookin' like cocaine addicts Chuy Brown is a snitch and a bitch too Like some madden lil' nigga, we finna blitz you Yo, bitch, suck my dick, then she kissed you Yeah, them bullets hit you, they did not miss you Damn, yeah, my nose is runny, I need a tissue Ran up on a pussy nigga like, what's the issue Ayy, what's the issue? Ayy, what's the issue Free, free Anson, he locked up Finna run a off down in my truck Bitch, hella thick, had a fat butt Yeah, I'm drinkin' wocky, yeah, it's poured up in a cup Yeah, I mix it with the Faygo Yeah, I seen a thick bitch, then I had to go Ask her how her day go Niggas hella broke, yeah, they do not have a bankroll Name a place in my city that a nigga can't go And I got a big bankroll Bad bitch, she gon' do what I say, so Yeah, I'm on the block every day like a Lego Stacking up them chips, running up them digits Free YSL, we stacking up them digits We wanna get them riches, yeah, I'm fuckin' gettin' it Livin' young and reckless, diamonds on my necklace Diamonds, diamonds on my necklace