Spark It

Niggas dissing on my name
Keep it coming then
You better keep a hold of that bag
Boy ain't no fumbling
We gone bring the Bentley in
Now we got your bitch wondering
Where we coming from
Like who the fuck these niggas coming with
My niggas punch some
I got some niggas
They gone dump some
We get the bread in
We make that shit up
By the lump sum
You don't got no funds
You better go and get yo bread up
I got 45 bullets in my Glock
Keep your head tucked
Check on my niggas every morning
Like a stand up
I hit yo bitch
With that good dick
She cannot stand up
Niggas always running from the feds
They cannot stand us
A fuck nigga
Hoe
Or a bitch
What I can't trust
I told a hoe
I ain't trying to take no pics
Fuck a camera
Nasty bitch
And she trying to lick my dick
On the camera
BTC or ETH what I need
I'm a scammer
ETS in your EDC
You knowing that's gone jam up

30 in my hand
Extendos in my pocket
I'm gone hit that dance
Every time a nigga see that profit
I'm never running out of hoes
I check my phone got plenty options
Nigga this is not no Bose
My beamer came with Harmon Kardon
I'm gone lock them niggas out
They cannot get in my compartment
Locked the bitch out
And told that bitch I'm cold hearted
On my Audi I got body parts
And they all made of carbon
In my Audi I got Bi Turbo
I'm gone cold start it
Keep it in my vault
I got plenty songs
And they all go retarded
And I got the sauce
I'm dripping when I walk
I'm feeling like a martian
My niggas sliding in that 300
Feeling like a spartan
These bullets bussing like some eggs
How they coming out the carton
Show you how this work
Bitch I'm busy working I ain't talking
Show you how this work
I'm rolling up this wood I'm gone spark it
Put you in the dirt
You ain't got no bread you retarded
I know this shit gone hurt
But I'm stacking bread up regardless



Credits
Writer(s): Odis Barnett
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