SPRAY

Yeah, choppas we gon' spray
Yeah, dirty shit today
Sippin' on that dirty yeah i stay
So stuck on that couch I'm not awake
Yeah we pop them beans no they not fake
Smokin' on em we don't take no breaks
Wrist so flooded looking like a lake
I'm so geeked I feel like I'm in space

We in Mars, whippin' foreign cars
Feel like Pop, I'm shooting for the stars
In the trap yeah rocking Audemars yeah
Burn your ass, put your ashes in a jar
I cannot fuck with these bitches they fake
I only rock diamonds that flood like a lake
And i gotta problem with all of these hoes
Switching my car now I got suicide doors
Yeah you know just what we doing
Take your bitch pass her around and then we cruising
Walk, yeah, talk, yeah, you boutta get rocked, yeah
Imma eat some box while you finna get rocked, yeah
Sippin' on that Wok I got gang that's on God
I be running up them digits I may bang on that thot
I'm with your bitch, I might pop a perc and get lit, I'm with the shits
Fuck around might ice out my wrist, choppa with the scope no I can't miss
And all of them been talking down on the gang, ZBT poppin' you know we can hang
No we don't play games, no GTA, I feel like T-Kay yeah I'm doing the race
I feel like T-Kay now I'm doing the race, my dick is a chopper I pull on her face
Ass too fat gotta hold her waist, bass too hard no I cannot waste
And all of these bitches I won't spend a dime, In gotta stick to my shit and just grind
I pop an addy it make me feel fine, I pop a xanny and I commit crime

Yeah, choppas we gon' spray
Yeah, dirty shit today
Sippin' on that dirty yeah i stay
So stuck on that couch I'm not awake
Yeah we pop them beans no they not fake
Smokin' on em we don't take no breaks
Wrist so flooded looking like a lake
I'm so geeked I feel like I'm in space



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Writer(s): Cham Sun
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