SPOOPY (feat. Cam Stone)
Yo what up
It's Lil Pep
I'm here to rap
I'm here to rep
This spooky tale
About the dead
First we need a beat
Come on
We got Cam Stone we got Prada
Y'all got to pay attention don't nod off
Y'all got to know I do it for the Roni
And if you talking shit I got a sawed-off
Yeah you talking Pepperoni don't stop
Making that grilled cheese yo don't stop
I'm talking spooky shit it don't stop
You eating pineapple on top, don't
Spoopy crew it's like Scooby-Doo
With the mystery we all coming through
Al Dente they all coming through
Sick of bad taste yo we sick of you
Got mad dogs we gonna sic on you
Gonna eat your face off burn your place up
We the bad guys we the bad
Best damn meal you ever had like
Yeah I'm the best
Got to couple more things to get off my chest
Here with Cam
Feeling blessed
Best MCs yo where's the rest
Prove me wrong
Be my guest
Prove me wrong
You a mess
You a wreck
You a bitch
You be eating green you playing switch
I feel like I'm Mario, bet
You feel like you under the weather
Your rhymes they be wet
I'm coming in hot
Coming for you ready or not
Italian food you better run
Ninety-nine we number one
Got a problem having fun
Yo shouts out to the man bun like
Bet (Bet)
Yeah
Rhinestones on my neck
That's a flex
Me and Pep
From the city
That we rep
In the west
We got checks
I got
On my chest
Please don't act like you are not impressed yeah
I be
Chilling harder than you like I'm Buddhist
No I can't talk to a hater
You a traitor and a Judas yeah
If you ever doubt it you can check it
Yeah I do this
You get back to taking pictures
I'll get back to making music, yeah
I do it
Prada
I'm talking Spoopy
After this you feeling loopy
You eating fruit loops
Covered in shit I'm talking poopy
You getting pissed
I can understand why you wanna shoot me
For now just use the remote
Go push the button mute me
But you be out of batteries so I'm not shutting up
I might as well be filling up my cup I'm talking Sprite
Yo tell me where's the mic
I see a fist yo now I'm seeing lights
Just like a ghost my face is turning white
Did I forget to wipe, no
Cuz I'm feeling fine
Remember the time I charged
Four hundred twenty sixty-nine
He was like
Why what the hell
Oh shit, who are you
I'm the mastermind in this pineapple kill crew
It's Lil Pep
It's Lil Pep
I'm here to rap
I'm here to rep
This spooky tale
About the dead
First we need a beat
Come on
We got Cam Stone we got Prada
Y'all got to pay attention don't nod off
Y'all got to know I do it for the Roni
And if you talking shit I got a sawed-off
Yeah you talking Pepperoni don't stop
Making that grilled cheese yo don't stop
I'm talking spooky shit it don't stop
You eating pineapple on top, don't
Spoopy crew it's like Scooby-Doo
With the mystery we all coming through
Al Dente they all coming through
Sick of bad taste yo we sick of you
Got mad dogs we gonna sic on you
Gonna eat your face off burn your place up
We the bad guys we the bad
Best damn meal you ever had like
Yeah I'm the best
Got to couple more things to get off my chest
Here with Cam
Feeling blessed
Best MCs yo where's the rest
Prove me wrong
Be my guest
Prove me wrong
You a mess
You a wreck
You a bitch
You be eating green you playing switch
I feel like I'm Mario, bet
You feel like you under the weather
Your rhymes they be wet
I'm coming in hot
Coming for you ready or not
Italian food you better run
Ninety-nine we number one
Got a problem having fun
Yo shouts out to the man bun like
Bet (Bet)
Yeah
Rhinestones on my neck
That's a flex
Me and Pep
From the city
That we rep
In the west
We got checks
I got
On my chest
Please don't act like you are not impressed yeah
I be
Chilling harder than you like I'm Buddhist
No I can't talk to a hater
You a traitor and a Judas yeah
If you ever doubt it you can check it
Yeah I do this
You get back to taking pictures
I'll get back to making music, yeah
I do it
Prada
I'm talking Spoopy
After this you feeling loopy
You eating fruit loops
Covered in shit I'm talking poopy
You getting pissed
I can understand why you wanna shoot me
For now just use the remote
Go push the button mute me
But you be out of batteries so I'm not shutting up
I might as well be filling up my cup I'm talking Sprite
Yo tell me where's the mic
I see a fist yo now I'm seeing lights
Just like a ghost my face is turning white
Did I forget to wipe, no
Cuz I'm feeling fine
Remember the time I charged
Four hundred twenty sixty-nine
He was like
Why what the hell
Oh shit, who are you
I'm the mastermind in this pineapple kill crew
It's Lil Pep
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Stone
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