Spam
Lyrics
I'm money hunting ima marksman
You fucking bum you on the park bench
She such a slut behind the dark tint
Double cup I'm up on Mars bitch
They see me coming like a shark fin
The weed is skunk it smell like armpits
Beat him up yeah bet I harm him
Should keep a drum like I be marching
Couple sticks like I play in a band
She sucked my dick but she stayed with her man
Want a Richard watch face cost eighty grand
Ima get me the guap I ain't taking no Xans
Stuff I'm sipping on I barely can stand
Covered in drip you would think that I swam
Forget the ops they ain't came with a plan
Man this shit never stop I get hate like it's spam
Want Fiji water diamonds in my chain
So they can see that I be grinding with the gang
Lot of weed on me I gotta hide it in the bookbag
Bet ima g always high got my slimes like where the crew at
I just keep on beating the pussy til it be blue like a Benjamin
Fuck a key gon push a button start the engine wit it
Pop up on em quick and make em pay attention to the kid
I get respect so they hating and they be envious
Wanna cop me a chopper with a suppressor and a beam on it
Glock out on the dresser in the 'tel room
iPhone in my pocket keep blowing up check my messages
The homie got a hydro in the residence
I feel like a pyro I'm controlling the elements
I'm fiending for a whole pint of that medicine
Codeine promethazine in my Fanta til I'm activated
2-3 2 litres with different flavours and some Hennessy
I'm smoking good gas and I keep on stacking paper, bitch
I'm money hunting ima marksman
You fucking bum you on the park bench
She such a slut behind the dark tint
Double cup I'm up on Mars bitch
They see me coming like a shark fin
The weed is skunk it smell like armpits
Beat him up yeah bet I harm him
Should keep a drum like I be marching
Couple sticks like I play in a band
She sucked my dick but she stayed with her man
Want a Richard watch face cost eighty grand
Ima get me the guap I ain't taking no Xans
Stuff I'm sipping on I barely can stand
Covered in drip you would think that I swam
Forget the ops they ain't came with a plan
Man this shit never stop I get hate like it's spam
Writer(s): Andrew McDonald
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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