24Eight

(Yeah)
(SPILLGOD)
(Humm)

I Got the game cooking
Wasn't prepared for the spot so I took it
I'm counting up do this shit with no looking
Came a long way from them trips to the booking
12 get behind me I'm booking
I got no time for the bullshit
I got some shit to be doing
Money to count
Stuffing the racks in the couch
Bitch I don't need no account

They trying copy and ride on my wave
Bitch I'm the SpillGod I'll dig you a grave
And when they see me got nothing to say
In back a the Maybach we ride with the K
They make it hard
I make it Sleezy
I do this shit in my sleep it's too easy
I got em bussing moves like he Chris Breezy
248 in the trap if you need me

I'm on the road
I'm really trappin
Feeling like A.I they talking bout practice
Told you I'm cut from a whole different fabric
I'm Changing my phone if I ever hear static

I'm with the Spillers
And we got mob ties
Watch how I rock out pull up with the frog eyes
Bitch you a shrimp
Bitch you a small guy
Bitch I'm the SpillGod pull up get you baptized

Still run it up in a drought
Ain't talking money then what it's about
They on my page and they looking for clout
Just like a page I'm just filling them out

Don't give a fuck I'm good under pressure
Fuck up the front end the back end be extra
Man know I'm good know these niggas be extra
When I pull up lift the doors on the Tesla

Count up a knot
You in the field is you trapping or not
I'm in the field I don't care if it's hot
SpillGod just making his way to the top
When I pull up know I'm good on the block
I'm in a 2 door ain't come with a top
Muddy my soda it fizz out the top
Pack in the air I'm connecting the dots

Free all my dawgs
Until it's backwards
Still on the visit and getting that pack in
I was up North running round with that Jackie
And if your man is a rat I can't jack him
I'm just so stuck In my ways getting money
I used to pray for the dark to be sunny
Now when I wake up I just see the light
Rolling up Pouring up Drank at the light

I Got the game cooking
Wasn't prepared for the spot so I took it
I'm counting up do this shit with no looking
Came a long way from them trips to the booking
12 get behind me I'm booking
I got no time for the bullshit
I got some shit to be doing
Money to count
Stuffing the racks in the couch
Bitch I don't need no account

They trying copy and ride on my wave
Bitch I'm the SpillGod I'll dig you a grave
And when they see me got nothing to say
In back a the Maybach we ride with the K (Sleeze)
They make it hard
I make it Sleezy
I do this shit in my sleep it's too easy
I got em bussing moves like he Chris Breezy
248 in the trap if you need me



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Writer(s): Carl Francois
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