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Spit At ‘Em
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up) I get the bag, now I'm lit I get the bag, now I'm lit I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em (Dig) I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em I got the bag, it's on me for sure I ain't got time to focus on hoes N***as ain't with it, they really gon' die over clothes I got a opp in the city, I'm keeping it close I'm gonna pop at your bitty, you dissing my bro I know that I'm lit and they biting my flow They like termites the way these boys biting my flow Put a 'Wood in the air, you know I want thе smoke I'm like a chimney, b*t*h, I want thе smoke I'm like the fire chief, I want the smoke Seen 'em on IG, they tryna provoke I seen your paperwork, your street card revoked It's cold outside, I keep the heat in my coat These b*t*hes on me like a motherf**king coat I'm covered in green, I feel like the Hulk She just want sex and wan' fight all my hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up, dig) I get the bag, now I'm lit I get the bag, now I'm lit I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em I take the Glock and go get 'em I need some birds, about ten of 'em She just got her some new t**ties, I'm feeling 'em And that was your b*t*h, well I'm sorry, she hit at 'em I got a Uzi, I'm killing 'em Sorry, was never a friend of 'em I jump on the stage, my chain swing like a pendulum She started to go crazy, go crazy on Ritalin It's a race to the moon It's a race to the moon [?] stop fitting in And the stars are aligned, it feel like a coincidence Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up) I get the bag, now I'm lit I get the bag, now I'm lit I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em (Dig) I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em If the police behind me, I'm grabbing the dope and I tell my lil' baby to sit on it I put the flame on the Pyrex, I had to rock the work up like I'm putting cement on it F**k-n***a I know where you stay, I'ma lurk where you live, if you get out of line, I'ma spin on you I'm in the SRT but they ain't see me when I slid 'cause I put the tint on it Yeah, I [?] a homi', you say you a shooter, we can go body for body I send the dope to North Memphis like Gotti At the show f**king b*t*hes in the port-a-potty I'm from Ethiopia, I'm Ethiopian but I got shooters way deep in Somalia I've been collecting choppas on me, that's a hobby If you run up on me, you'll get left in the lobby Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up) I get the bag, now I'm lit I get the bag, now I'm lit I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em (Dig) I see a opp then I spit at 'em They tryna be friends I'm tryna go get at 'em
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