Defense
(Yah) (StrongHold)
(SPILLGOD)
(We spin a)
(We spin a pop block we on defense)
(We spin a pop block we on defense)
(Yah)
They try to keep up but they not in tune
SpillGod I make the trap hotter than June
He try to copy that's my little june
Stick with the mop you'll get swept like a Broome
All a these hunnits coming in a sequence
We spin a pop block we on defense
Making the trap jump that's a beaten
We get the pack off then repeat it
Ugh
I got a fever
Ice on my neck got me cold like a freezer
Ugh
Sippin on Tresha
SpillGod too cold he still trap of the beeper
And I still ride with that stick
I'm outside with that stick
I'm still stuck in the trap the swear I went legit
And these big body pointers they always gonn hit
Got big rocks in my pendant they hardly could fit
SpillGod he running the city
You tryin' run up a pack then get with me
They be like you acting too hosidity
Ice on my neck and it's dancing like Diddy
Every time I hit a play do my diddy (Ugh)
I just might do em like Bobby did Whitney
I Just might spin a pop block till it's empty
All a this water I'm breaking the levee
They say my flow is too deadly
SpillGod the one who used to trap out the deli
Know I need cash don't send me no Zelle
Counting them racks yeah I'm still in the tele
And I'm outside with the stick
I'm outside with them racks
I'm outside with that drank
I'm outside with your bitch
I'm outside
These niggas don't be on shit (I'm outside)
Come at the SpillGod a still get you hit
They try to keep up but they not in tune
SpillGod I make the trap hotter than June
He try to copy that's my little june
Stick with the mop you'll get swept like a Broome
All a these hunnits coming in a sequence
We spin a pop block we on defense
Making the trap jump that's a beaten
We get the pack off then repeat it
Ugh
I got a fever
Ice on my neck got me cold like a freezer
Ugh
Sippin on Tresha
SpillGod too cold he still trap of the beeper
And I still ride with that stick
I'm outside with that stick
I so stuck in the trap the swear I went legit
And these big body pointers they always gonna hit
Got big rocks in my pendant they hardly could fit
SpillGod he running the city
(SPILLGOD)
(SPILLGOD)
(We spin a)
(We spin a pop block we on defense)
(We spin a pop block we on defense)
(Yah)
They try to keep up but they not in tune
SpillGod I make the trap hotter than June
He try to copy that's my little june
Stick with the mop you'll get swept like a Broome
All a these hunnits coming in a sequence
We spin a pop block we on defense
Making the trap jump that's a beaten
We get the pack off then repeat it
Ugh
I got a fever
Ice on my neck got me cold like a freezer
Ugh
Sippin on Tresha
SpillGod too cold he still trap of the beeper
And I still ride with that stick
I'm outside with that stick
I'm still stuck in the trap the swear I went legit
And these big body pointers they always gonn hit
Got big rocks in my pendant they hardly could fit
SpillGod he running the city
You tryin' run up a pack then get with me
They be like you acting too hosidity
Ice on my neck and it's dancing like Diddy
Every time I hit a play do my diddy (Ugh)
I just might do em like Bobby did Whitney
I Just might spin a pop block till it's empty
All a this water I'm breaking the levee
They say my flow is too deadly
SpillGod the one who used to trap out the deli
Know I need cash don't send me no Zelle
Counting them racks yeah I'm still in the tele
And I'm outside with the stick
I'm outside with them racks
I'm outside with that drank
I'm outside with your bitch
I'm outside
These niggas don't be on shit (I'm outside)
Come at the SpillGod a still get you hit
They try to keep up but they not in tune
SpillGod I make the trap hotter than June
He try to copy that's my little june
Stick with the mop you'll get swept like a Broome
All a these hunnits coming in a sequence
We spin a pop block we on defense
Making the trap jump that's a beaten
We get the pack off then repeat it
Ugh
I got a fever
Ice on my neck got me cold like a freezer
Ugh
Sippin on Tresha
SpillGod too cold he still trap of the beeper
And I still ride with that stick
I'm outside with that stick
I so stuck in the trap the swear I went legit
And these big body pointers they always gonna hit
Got big rocks in my pendant they hardly could fit
SpillGod he running the city
(SPILLGOD)
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Francois
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