Spkes

Call me fucking dummy and i'll blow your fucking brains out
Said all of that stupid shit, just for a gram of some clout
Now you end up dead blood leaking on the floor
You think you're something special but you're just another whore
I could kill your man's, guaranteed, i'll win that fucking war
Been doing this shit for a minute think i have some goddamn lore
I get cash from selling packs they call me a goddamn drugstore
Been rolling hard and barred out you know i had to pop 4 more
Piss me off i swear to god i'll hate you to my fucking core
Smoke an eighth, and smoke an ounce, you know i'll get a little more
(Big Red!)
Ayy bitch did I fucking catch you talking shit
Imma fucking shoot you dead, bitch i'm in the cockpit
I'm not fucking joking dawg, yeah this ain't no fucking skit
All these little ass kids but of fucking half witz
Bitch i'm on another level yeah i'm not gonna be stopped
Imma pull up on your block, yeah, you're gonna get chopped
run your fucking mouth bitch, you gonna get fucking popped
Imma keep on rising up bitch i'm not gonna be topped



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Writer(s): Braeden Rodney
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