CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Spaghetti
(GetEmLouie)
(GetEm)
This the last one in that b*t*h
Send shorty to the store to get some more 'Woods
Ayy, C-D-O-T, Takeover Gang
And my eyes red from smokin' heavy
And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my b*t*h to get ready
Turn your skull to spaghetti
Slide, I hope y'all ready
You ain't 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried
Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis
Still the same n***a, sh*t changed, I ain't never switch up
Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a n***a up
That b*t*h gon' leavе here blocked if shе ain't come here to f**k
And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up
I ain't talkin' 'bout no gas, foe'nem doin' fill-ups
Drop a low-low where you at 'cause foe'nem on the pull-up
Plus, don't make 'em hop out, when they do that, bring the chalk out
Tinted SRT, my fit Dior, I'm finna park and hop out
Just for nothin', just to get some gas or somethin'
But don't think we snoozin', we got shells the size of Andre Drummond
Let me let y'all in on somethin', when I was young, I ain't have nothin' (Nope)
I was born into this sh*t, my OG made me work for somethin'
My big bro had a 30, we was tryna test it out on somethin'
And n***as worried 'bout catchin' me out, need to go and work on somethin'
Told y'all I got my steppers with me, why the f**k would I be worried 'bout somethin'?
They snuck in with that fire, give 'em a reason and they torchin' somethin'
(GetEm)
This the last one in that b*t*h
Send shorty to the store to get some more 'Woods
Ayy, C-D-O-T, Takeover Gang
And my eyes red from smokin' heavy
And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my b*t*h to get ready
Turn your skull to spaghetti
Slide, I hope y'all ready
You ain't 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried
Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis
Still the same n***a, sh*t changed, I ain't never switch up
Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a n***a up
That b*t*h gon' leavе here blocked if shе ain't come here to f**k
And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up
I ain't talkin' 'bout no gas, foe'nem doin' fill-ups
Drop a low-low where you at 'cause foe'nem on the pull-up
Plus, don't make 'em hop out, when they do that, bring the chalk out
Tinted SRT, my fit Dior, I'm finna park and hop out
Just for nothin', just to get some gas or somethin'
But don't think we snoozin', we got shells the size of Andre Drummond
Let me let y'all in on somethin', when I was young, I ain't have nothin' (Nope)
I was born into this sh*t, my OG made me work for somethin'
My big bro had a 30, we was tryna test it out on somethin'
And n***as worried 'bout catchin' me out, need to go and work on somethin'
Told y'all I got my steppers with me, why the f**k would I be worried 'bout somethin'?
They snuck in with that fire, give 'em a reason and they torchin' somethin'
