Spit Sumn
Laughing at me cuz I didn't have a lambo
Lil bitch do you know who I am hoe
I'm Mr. Break-Every-Finger-On-Your-Hand hoe
Then I go get jiggy with your friendo
We both commando
Do I look like I care about your mans tho
Don't act like you don't know where the hand go
Eat a Big Mac 'fore I collect my bando
Can't stop stackin I'm carrying a handful
And I can't stop fucking
Can't stop fucking
They all used to hate me they ain't give me nothing
Now I got that chicken so they come cluck clucking
Anthony still duck my calls, he bluffing
I don't need a gun to tell me when to start running
This rap shit new I'm not used to stunting
And even if I was then I'd act like I wasn't
I got a GED, you got a PHD in sucking
Now gather 'round y'all I got a tale to tell
Once upon a time in Indian Land
There was a lanky man who dreamt of the sand
But he couldn't get there cause life's unfair
So he came up with a plan: Get out while you can
Now he's got a chance so you bet that he
Daz Tricky is here for the crown Watch your back
I was seventeen when the demons clipped my wings
Then I grew them right back so I guess I gotta rap
Lil boy got no guns so he gotta tote straps
Kid put down the beam and we'll see if you're like that
Meet me outside and we'll scrap
Feel it in my bones, you got some stones if you talk back
Lil bitch don't you ever dare talk back
Lil bitch do you know who I am hoe
I'm Mr. Break-Every-Finger-On-Your-Hand hoe
Then I go get jiggy with your friendo
We both commando
Do I look like I care about your mans tho
Don't act like you don't know where the hand go
Eat a Big Mac 'fore I collect my bando
Can't stop stackin I'm carrying a handful
And I can't stop fucking
Can't stop fucking
They all used to hate me they ain't give me nothing
Now I got that chicken so they come cluck clucking
Anthony still duck my calls, he bluffing
I don't need a gun to tell me when to start running
This rap shit new I'm not used to stunting
And even if I was then I'd act like I wasn't
I got a GED, you got a PHD in sucking
Now gather 'round y'all I got a tale to tell
Once upon a time in Indian Land
There was a lanky man who dreamt of the sand
But he couldn't get there cause life's unfair
So he came up with a plan: Get out while you can
Now he's got a chance so you bet that he
Daz Tricky is here for the crown Watch your back
I was seventeen when the demons clipped my wings
Then I grew them right back so I guess I gotta rap
Lil boy got no guns so he gotta tote straps
Kid put down the beam and we'll see if you're like that
Meet me outside and we'll scrap
Feel it in my bones, you got some stones if you talk back
Lil bitch don't you ever dare talk back
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Writer(s): Aidan Urquhart
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