SPIKY BOiz

Bitch I do my dance at 99 ranch

Yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yo
A metaphorical wizard, a metaphorical blizzard
These metaphors is better off cuffed and locked in a prison
Ain't any bodies can take on antibiotics
Anybody can be a body or be a homi'
In the wrong position
Diagnostic, I'm so high
Fly on a higher octave
Toxic, eyes wide staring at the apocalypse
Sippin' from pearl goblets, with gold droplets
The cover that I write in my tablet is all ostrich
Songs of elegant psalms that I call my hostage
Harmonica plays with a xylophone and pays homage
Exposing fake theories in the quantum physics
Jails with more blood on the floor than a Compton visit
That's why I play in the clubs
Lotta girls and thugs
Wu-Tang, thought I was a kid the way I play with plugs
Don't underestimate the power instead you should bless the cape
Barbershop talk, ask around I'm in the best of baits

Damn
Heard you still calling a deal
Your A&R went AWOL so you ain't driving for real
Man down
Spent your whole budget on cribs in the hills
And called it work but nothing to show but a bitch
You crashed out
Cold bossa nova and pill
That I get
Going hard to dine in the yard
With all them Afrobeat broads, you don't ever record
I made a sacrifice around the time I couldn't afford a sack of rice
So when I got it blowing like a saxophone with bad advise
Tragic like a n with false perception to get the hoes excited
Plus you sold the rights to all your writers spent it all on ice and
No cake
With all that icing
What you gon do next
Pawn shop pricing
Rich song cuz my dick long and they drive crash
Tired of you n on ya neck I'm on your ascot
Proud of my n he got outta and kept his nose clean
Hold my brother down I'm standing ten until my toes sting
Pretty girl PG county got me in a choke I mean
If she on my mind she ain't just fine she the dopamine
Is she on my body call it ain't it
Cause ain't I
Can't get on my plane so they complaining
They ain't fly
Hate because their money ain't straight
Pockets gay huh
Fake it to they make it n AI
Fuck it

Shoosh (Shoosh)
Trush
Tell 'em Zero gang in the club (in the club)
Tell 'em Wu Tang in the club (in the club)
Lemonade cherry pucker up (pucker up)
This world (this world)
Corrupt (corrupt)
But don't mean shit I fuck it up (fuck it up)
Just tell me where you need a n flood (n flood)
Bitch couldn't believe it was us (us)
This world (this world)
Corrupt (corrupt)
But don't mean shit I fuck it up (fuck it up)
Tell 'em Zero gang in the club
Tell 'em Wu Tang in the club (in the club)

Aye
Lil Baby so magnetic like a door stop
Tipsy off the 4th shot,
fuck a happy end I'm not the one to plot against
Pissin' off the D.O.P I'm never switchin' for the lens
You be rappin' for the hoes,
I'ma steadfast never change the vision for these lame ass
Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just posted where the cake at

Batter batter batter, gunnin' for that four letter
Is it mili or the mammal, your pocket in need of scandal
My pocket is safe,
I got no fear in my heart, I'm paid in the land of the brave
She don't ever dress up but except when she go to the rave
Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less
it's drownin' in bass, but move in your pace

I paint a picture you just spreadin' a propaganda
Rocket been takin' off and she gave me a proper landing
And I went thru hell and back still never sniffin' no dandruff
I don't got all my answers, you livin' off advances

And you takin' pride in the gimmick,
uh only for the paper will I fly into the premise
Fashion nova love you cause your album full of fillers
The hype done got you gassed your fans
decreasin' when it simmers, but it's not my business