Spaghetti (feat. Kent Jones)
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Nah come on P, who'da thought I'd make it?
When the cops used to strip us naked
Now they got the name on the street sign
It may be famous
And fuck boys can't help but hate it
But I know Pun love it
Just caught a lick last weekend
I know he was above it, blessing from the sky
And the nigga just recovered, long nights at LIV
Grubman in my ears as we floating through the kitchen
Million dollar deals while you focus on the bitches
Signing big contracts on the backs of strippers
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurpring on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Y'all bitches got fat while we starved
Shots in your ass, pads in your bras
Y'all some liars it ain't no facts in your songs
And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx
Take away they stylist, they don't know what style is
I've been fly since junior high, bitch
You the biggest bird on Sesame Street
And I'ma scramble ya egg, keep running your beak
I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat
I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed
Y'all hoes below, behind, under, beneath
Not near, not none, not one could fuck with me
See when it comes to this rap shit, Rem's fantastic
I'm good money, yeah, paper or plastic?
My shit tight, spandex, elastic
Your shit "Shaggy," Mr. Boombastic
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurpring on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
This ain't the shit you been used to
Your shit is not accepted
I don't condone what you doing
And nor do I respect it
I'm here at Vito's with noodles
She slurping my spaghetti
After we fuck, tell her write her name down
I might forget it
Call collect, she never been a cheap broad
Slurping that spaghetti
That's why every man she meet bawls
Niggas keep drawing conclusions
But all they do is doodle
If you think this is a new me
The old me never knew you
Tired hearing 'bout
Who run the East, West and the South
Only thing I see you niggas running?
Is your fucking mouth
Like who are you?
Really who the fuck are you?
See you with the team
Still don't know what the fuck you do
I like that fettuccine
And my spaghetti Rotelle
Got bologna on my bread
Every delivery starts with deli
Commas, this is DJ, DJ
Just a condiment, I never relish
Plan on winning every accomplishment
I let you tell it
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurpring on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Nah come on P, who'da thought I'd make it?
When the cops used to strip us naked
Now they got the name on the street sign
It may be famous
And fuck boys can't help but hate it
But I know Pun love it
Just caught a lick last weekend
I know he was above it, blessing from the sky
And the nigga just recovered, long nights at LIV
Grubman in my ears as we floating through the kitchen
Million dollar deals while you focus on the bitches
Signing big contracts on the backs of strippers
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurpring on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Y'all bitches got fat while we starved
Shots in your ass, pads in your bras
Y'all some liars it ain't no facts in your songs
And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx
Take away they stylist, they don't know what style is
I've been fly since junior high, bitch
You the biggest bird on Sesame Street
And I'ma scramble ya egg, keep running your beak
I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat
I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed
Y'all hoes below, behind, under, beneath
Not near, not none, not one could fuck with me
See when it comes to this rap shit, Rem's fantastic
I'm good money, yeah, paper or plastic?
My shit tight, spandex, elastic
Your shit "Shaggy," Mr. Boombastic
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurpring on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
This ain't the shit you been used to
Your shit is not accepted
I don't condone what you doing
And nor do I respect it
I'm here at Vito's with noodles
She slurping my spaghetti
After we fuck, tell her write her name down
I might forget it
Call collect, she never been a cheap broad
Slurping that spaghetti
That's why every man she meet bawls
Niggas keep drawing conclusions
But all they do is doodle
If you think this is a new me
The old me never knew you
Tired hearing 'bout
Who run the East, West and the South
Only thing I see you niggas running?
Is your fucking mouth
Like who are you?
Really who the fuck are you?
See you with the team
Still don't know what the fuck you do
I like that fettuccine
And my spaghetti Rotelle
Got bologna on my bread
Every delivery starts with deli
Commas, this is DJ, DJ
Just a condiment, I never relish
Plan on winning every accomplishment
I let you tell it
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurpring on spaghetti
Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Davadi, Daryl Kent Jones Ii, Marcello Antonio Valenzano, Reminisce Mackie Smith, Andre Young, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Melvin Charles Bradford, Andre Christopher Lyon, Shawn C. Carter, Scott Spencer Storch
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