Lil Rabies - bitch im spider-man

Oh, Leo. Stop playing with these niggas
Bullets got surround sound, you hear that shit from Calabasas
Why you talking about you up? You can't even pay your taxes
Twenty Twenty Five been popped, I ain't skipping classes

We ain't smoking runtz, we smoke opps, we smoke dead ashes
Balling like I'm IT in the fourth, before he broke his hip
Yo bitch tryna fuck with a boss cause you broke as shit
Some like D-Lo in the clutch cause I'm cold with this

Ten out of Ten times Im fucking on an older bitch
Crazy I can turn a loyal bitch into a freak hoe
Crazy how I went from Goodwill to a mink coat
Told that bitch I got a woodwind, hit a C note

That bitch tryna kiss, grabbed her head, made her deep throat
High as hell in NYC, bitches think I'm Spider-Man
Off the top rope, frog splash like I'm Rob Van Dam
Told her stroke my dick, make my egos with a other hand

I don't need a hoe, I need a Alice in my wonderland
Shooters Shoot, shouldn't be your phrase if you balling like Klay
Made her do the splits, fixed the bed, now she want me to stay
Talking bout she want some dick, built like some paper mache

Flew me to her city Forty Nine, touchdown in the bay
I can't talk to pretty bitches
They ain't in my city
Said he wanna roll for a band, How bout you show me Fifty
Tote guns, need none, acting like he on the Grizzlies

I don't do lean, I sip water or the lip tea
Sixteen Time Champ, how Ive never Cena opp on me
She fuck with my humor, so I let her throw a WAP on me
Holy fuck this dude retarded, he just spilled the wok on me

Yo bitch see the braces, so she climb to get on top of me
She can't fuck with Rabies, she know that I'm too elusive
I can find a thousand of you, but Lil Rabies too exclusive
Expedition to the top, don't fuck with Clark, so i'll be Lewis

Tryna put a label on us, when this bitch get so conclusive
Put this hoodie up, shoot his block down like I'm Bellinelli
I just made a fake account, told him meet me at the telly
Pistol whip him to the head, now he ain't no good at spelling

She said I was tryna fuck, didn't know you fortune telling
Bullets got surround sound, you hear that shit from Calabasas
Why you talking bout you up, you can't even pay your taxes
Twenty Twenty Five, been popped, I ain't skipping classes

We ain't smoking runtz, we smoke opps, we smoke dead ashes
Balling like I'm IT, in the Fourth before he broke his hip
Yo bitch tryna fuck with a boss, cause you broke his shit
Some like D-Lo in the clutch, cause I'm cold with this

Ten out of Ten times Im fucking on an older bitch

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Rabies Babiea

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