spidaguru - BACK ON MY BULLSHIT ++

Where the bell go, I was late for class nigga made a sell though
I'd smash and keep it quiet you a tell a hoe
Niggas talk to much run the fade catch this L hoe
You can catch a motherfucking shell or an elbow
Outside fresh as hell, Bapesta on the shell toes
I dont do the grudges nigga, I just rather let it go
You aint got no money nigga what the fuck you talking for
Doing all that talking, boy you need to get a talking show
I dont do the talking, imma show em' imma stunt on em'
Big ass timbs on my feet imma stomp on em'
You look up on my motherfucking feet, a couple hundred on em'
You look up in this motherfucking pack, its a hundred on the strand
I just hit the bitch on the television I aint playing
Make her cum from fingerwork, I aint even hit the bitch
Nigga tell on paperwork, Man I knew he was a bitch
If you want your crowd moved, guru moving that bitch
Chopper turn him into chowder, get some food in this bitch
Cutting up with this cutter imma act a fool
Bitch shaking ass in the club clap it like a tool
These niggas music suck, Capping in the booth man
If you need some za, you need some ganja im the boof man
I just took a shroom up in the party boot up mario
Hell nah we dont say sorry to no sorry hoe
Bitch want a bed and I spent it on a fucking coat
Want me be her man, but im tryna fuck her fucking throat
Purple jumpsuit bitch im fitted just like piccolo
Buddy wanna play ball with me, tell him send a lo
Buddy wanna blow with a stick, have a stick show
And you know I cant do a skinny bitch, I need a thick hoe
Pockets on buff yeah, they on lorenzo
Better get your bitch man she telling me your info
Telling me all the information
I just hit this bitch dick her down think the bitch jamaican
Stick slim a nigga down quick like a piece of bacon
I dont wanna collab with none of you niggas
All you niggas faking
The fuck

Written by:
Daivion Crawford

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