Spittingame

2:30 in the morning waiting on the dawn and pen in the palm of my hand
Sharing sentiments of Rakim with the track I'm vibing thinking of a master plan
Little shorty in the suburbs thick chick thoroughbred giving me the time of day
So I'm a slide through like a ride do see what's on the menu, see what's special of the day
Meech on a mission your boy got vision, trill in this day and age
Relevant and all that, haters ya'll fall back we don't really roll with lames
Real recognize real, still not a buzz kill OG in his lane
I got the tinder app cracking girl what's happening
Meech on the text co-spitting some game and we chillin

Chillin', sitting on half a million, with my number ones and my women
We got the brews in hand and we chillin' straight chillin
Chillin', sitting on half a million, with my number ones and my women
We got the brews in hand but we chillin

Roll up in the spot right take all the spotlight Meech has arrived for play
Scoping out everything fly like a airplane beast in the masquerade
I'm a slide over to the corner, kick it with my homies slow up, post up, pour up
Sharing my bottles, winking at models, punking my rivals, hold up
Fee Fi Foe Fum I smell the blood of a dime piece coming my way
So your boy hit mack mode, loaded up the G-code cooking up something to say
Flip the double edge sword at her, got a man, no matter, no ring, no bling, no flings
Just pouring them shots up vibing as we sing along
Killing ya'll on beer pong, all the while we chillin

Chillin', sitting on half a million, with my number ones and my women
We got the brews in hand and we chillin' straight chillin...
Chillin', sitting on half a million, with my number ones and my women
We got the brews in hand but we chillin



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Livingston
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