1:30

Got your bitch fucking wet, I can put a bet on that, ok
Batters up, hit the home run, you ain't about shit
Wearing too much Prada, she don't love me
Ok i get it
Do you got me?
I don't got you though oh, ok
Hang up on a thot
Next one pass it doe, ok
Connect the dot, dot, dots
Connect the thot, thot, thots
Oh wait, Didn't you use that in another song, ok
Oh ok get way to gone, ok
Way too far gone, far far away from home
Spider-man where is your mans at
I don't understand you, you are old news
Wait, why you tryna

Damn I been ballin' nigga
They all call me Spalding
Getting sponsored by Spalding
Bitch you all in
You holding these nuts, cause you know we big bucks
Milwaukee the bucks
Got my Solo 3 Beats, and I ain't skip a beat
Since the first time I got on this fucking beat
Trapping in 6, Zone 6
Shout out Young Nudy
Hit you in yo booty, you bitch is fucking moody
She was tryna go now, cause she want some gold now
Cause she was with the nice show
Go now
Hoe now, you gotta slow down
On the dick, gotta slow down
You gotta go now

All my rhymes is mental
Hit you in you big noodle pencil
Doodle brain, hit yo Doodle bob
Iphone 4, iphone gotta up the score
Shoot you out yo hands
Shoot you off yo pants
Do the little bitty dance
Then i hit yo show, at like fucking prince
In like Paris, France
Tell yo bitch we ain't friends
Gotta rap my lyrics, like i hit that shit flying spirit
Bitch you is a spirit, you dead as fuck, damn
Hit you bit, like a big Tonka truck
Then you outta luck
Lil Tecca but i hit you with the tec

Tecca gone hit you with this clip
Watch the new snippit CD rates, oh ok
Took your bitch to a new state for a dinner date
Phew, Bitch, bitch
Freestyle all the damn time you know



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Writer(s): Chris Hady
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