Spartan
I just told this nigga imma come and snatch his money up
If he don't have my paper by tomorrow imma punish him
Know these bitches see me I can't choose I don't want none of them
I can't be losing focus, up that strap and point that gun to him
I'm just too impulsive spend my bread and I don't give a fuck
Been living like a king I hit the stu and write some Grammys up
Got a foreign bitch she come in handy when I'm getting pack
She talking to the plug to make sure he gon' come and gimme that
That bih so disgusting (Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
That bih so disgusting and we get nasty cause I'm a freak too
Why that roller bussin
No protection, we get straight to it
You don't know percussion, sticks and drums, we make straight music
All yo love is fake, like some glass, I see straight through it
I don't want the cake, I want the bag, we just make movements
Shawty bad as hell, she shaking ass, know I like dat
Sidehoe mad as hell, this ain't the gram, I ain't gon' like back
We gon' steppem out
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
We gon' steppem out, he on the ground, we yelling fight back
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Pour me up some drank, roll me up cuz I'm like that
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Bitch I'm rich as fuck, Neiman Marcus, don't read no price tag
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Spartan with the kick, get him out, cause Ion like that
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Spartan with the kick, get him out, cause Ion like that
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Spartan with the kick, get him out, cause Ion like that
If he don't have my paper by tomorrow imma punish him
Know these bitches see me I can't choose I don't want none of them
I can't be losing focus, up that strap and point that gun to him
I'm just too impulsive spend my bread and I don't give a fuck
Been living like a king I hit the stu and write some Grammys up
Got a foreign bitch she come in handy when I'm getting pack
She talking to the plug to make sure he gon' come and gimme that
That bih so disgusting (Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
That bih so disgusting and we get nasty cause I'm a freak too
Why that roller bussin
No protection, we get straight to it
You don't know percussion, sticks and drums, we make straight music
All yo love is fake, like some glass, I see straight through it
I don't want the cake, I want the bag, we just make movements
Shawty bad as hell, she shaking ass, know I like dat
Sidehoe mad as hell, this ain't the gram, I ain't gon' like back
We gon' steppem out
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
We gon' steppem out, he on the ground, we yelling fight back
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Pour me up some drank, roll me up cuz I'm like that
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Bitch I'm rich as fuck, Neiman Marcus, don't read no price tag
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Spartan with the kick, get him out, cause Ion like that
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Spartan with the kick, get him out, cause Ion like that
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Spartan with the kick, get him out, cause Ion like that
Credits
Writer(s): Chancellor Asamoah
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