SPIDER7 (feat. Soulxair)
Yea
Yea woah
Yea woah
Yea woah
Yea like woah
Yea woah
Yea hoe
I don't need no haters see through
Cut you
Bleed for you
I thought I needed you
And I don't
Cause I'm in my zone
With all of my hoes
All my own
I'm smokin the dope
I'm smokin the dro
I'm all on my own
And in my zone
In N Y Cs
Imma put it on my soul
You can put it on my soul
Yea give 'em the soul girl
Give 'em the soul grrrrrrr
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
She want desires
That's through the wire
Know whatchu are
And why you water
And whatcha seeing
And whatchu doubtin
And what you'll die for
Uh whatchu dying for
Aye wash it down, hey
Uh wash it down, hey
Aye wash it down, hey
Yea thats that alc, hey
Yea that's that tall, hey
Yea that's that round, hey
I'm goin up! hey
Yea that's that route, hey
Yea uh hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Gimme some air
I do the dares
I do not care
Bitch beware
Bitch beware
I'm wearing the preme
I brawl to the green
I brawl to the orange
I brawl to the pool
That's all in the palace uh yeah
That is my pallet uh uh
I tune in the palace uh yeah
She really the callous
She really just callus
She runnin
She runnin
She runnin like callus uh uh
I hop in my BAGH
B.A.G.H
That shit on my face
I'm smokin on dope
I can't feel nun
Cuz I feel numb
Bitch are you done
Hold this weight
I got no time waste
I got no time today
I got no time to play
I just get up these bands
I just gotta get these bands
I just gotta go out BAGH
I be like gang gang oooooooooo
She wanna oh no
She want it ripe oh no
I want a mic uhh uh
She rose in the night
She rubbin me right
She rubbin me right oh
Rubbin me right oh no
I'm out of sight
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the uh
Hop out the roof
Hop out the uh
Hop out the booth
Hop out the uh
She want some uh
She want some uh
She want the uh
She want the
She want the soul
She want the uh
She wanna love
I gave her
Gave her none
I Gave her uh
Gave her a like
Gave her a
Gave her a like
Gave her a uh
Gave her a light
Gave her a uh
Gave her a light
She wanna uh
She wanna like
She wanna uh uh uh
What do ya like? What do ya
What do you like? What do ya
What do ya like? What do ya
What do ya like? uh uh what do ya like
What do ya? What do ya like uh uh
What do ya like? What do ya
I'm out of sight
I'm outta sight
Oh no
I'm out of sight
Off like light
Oh no
Off like a light
She want a bite oh no
She wanna write
She want it ripe oh no
I get on the beat and I walk it
I really be ready to talk yeah
Whole lotta Ms in a vault
Eat on a plate with a fork
Sometimes use my hands
I gotta count these bands
I gotta pay this rent
I gotta feed these kids
Who gon feed these kids
I gotta pay this rent no
Whole lotta Ms on me
I just popped this bean
I can not even see no more
Whole lotta hoes on me
All my bros with me
We gon shoot one two three
Holes in my lil bros body
What could I even think
What could I even see
Who did I have to kill
A whole lotta motherfuckin pills
A whole lotta motherfuckin pills
Lil niggas lame cuz they steal
What yea what yea
I don't give a fuck
Yea woah
Yea woah
Yea woah
Yea like woah
Yea woah
Yea hoe
I don't need no haters see through
Cut you
Bleed for you
I thought I needed you
And I don't
Cause I'm in my zone
With all of my hoes
All my own
I'm smokin the dope
I'm smokin the dro
I'm all on my own
And in my zone
In N Y Cs
Imma put it on my soul
You can put it on my soul
Yea give 'em the soul girl
Give 'em the soul grrrrrrr
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
Give 'em the soul
She want desires
That's through the wire
Know whatchu are
And why you water
And whatcha seeing
And whatchu doubtin
And what you'll die for
Uh whatchu dying for
Aye wash it down, hey
Uh wash it down, hey
Aye wash it down, hey
Yea thats that alc, hey
Yea that's that tall, hey
Yea that's that round, hey
I'm goin up! hey
Yea that's that route, hey
Yea uh hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Gimme some air
I do the dares
I do not care
Bitch beware
Bitch beware
I'm wearing the preme
I brawl to the green
I brawl to the orange
I brawl to the pool
That's all in the palace uh yeah
That is my pallet uh uh
I tune in the palace uh yeah
She really the callous
She really just callus
She runnin
She runnin
She runnin like callus uh uh
I hop in my BAGH
B.A.G.H
That shit on my face
I'm smokin on dope
I can't feel nun
Cuz I feel numb
Bitch are you done
Hold this weight
I got no time waste
I got no time today
I got no time to play
I just get up these bands
I just gotta get these bands
I just gotta go out BAGH
I be like gang gang oooooooooo
She wanna oh no
She want it ripe oh no
I want a mic uhh uh
She rose in the night
She rubbin me right
She rubbin me right oh
Rubbin me right oh no
I'm out of sight
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the uh
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the uh
Hop out the roof
Hop out the uh
Hop out the booth
Hop out the uh
She want some uh
She want some uh
She want the uh
She want the
She want the soul
She want the uh
She wanna love
I gave her
Gave her none
I Gave her uh
Gave her a like
Gave her a
Gave her a like
Gave her a uh
Gave her a light
Gave her a uh
Gave her a light
She wanna uh
She wanna like
She wanna uh uh uh
What do ya like? What do ya
What do you like? What do ya
What do ya like? What do ya
What do ya like? uh uh what do ya like
What do ya? What do ya like uh uh
What do ya like? What do ya
I'm out of sight
I'm outta sight
Oh no
I'm out of sight
Off like light
Oh no
Off like a light
She want a bite oh no
She wanna write
She want it ripe oh no
I get on the beat and I walk it
I really be ready to talk yeah
Whole lotta Ms in a vault
Eat on a plate with a fork
Sometimes use my hands
I gotta count these bands
I gotta pay this rent
I gotta feed these kids
Who gon feed these kids
I gotta pay this rent no
Whole lotta Ms on me
I just popped this bean
I can not even see no more
Whole lotta hoes on me
All my bros with me
We gon shoot one two three
Holes in my lil bros body
What could I even think
What could I even see
Who did I have to kill
A whole lotta motherfuckin pills
A whole lotta motherfuckin pills
Lil niggas lame cuz they steal
What yea what yea
I don't give a fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Mcginnis
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