Kaay Fredo - Spacin Out

Want a piece of cake but what you Put into it
Idgaf bout what you sayin bitch i Been the shit
Yo bitch suckin dick comin home Playin innocent
Money on the flo hope im peepin Some different shit
Gas pack inna air i came in on sum Reekin shit
Believe in what you saying it come True if you speak the shit
I dnt the drink the lean it b Changing my pee and shit
But it honestly taste good and it b Helpin me eat and shit
Always kept it real you was too Blind to come see the shit
Dancing wit the devil nah i dnt Wanna speak on it
Money onna table ima make sure We eat and shit
I might clear the tab and later Won't even speak on it
Yes I'm in love but dnt ask i ain't Tryna speak on it
Even since kids we then been thru The toughest shit
We was dummi young brody took 1 of the toughest hits
Didn't really understand i was still On sum otha shit
Tryna get sum money birthday Come ina month and shit
Only 17 but I'm tryna get money Quick
Take ebt to go get snacks for Blunts and shit
We was high asf could touch the moon talkin southern
My brotha frm the island he say Tuff up mi brudda
So much out the mud bitch we Come the gutter
Pork chops wit the gravy and like My shit smothered
Make sure it's white rice and make Sure you butter
If the order perfect then i promise I love you
Shakin out a piggy bank when Times gettin tougher
Gotta love my mama you only get 1 mother
If you really ain't wit us ima yell Out fuck 'em
Whatever ina way dnt go around Hit the truck stick
Benji a dead man we made em a Muppet
Shit feelin like magic the way that We touch it
She suckin the dick all up under The cover
After i nut she juss want me to hug Her
My brody 1 call if i feel like he Plugged in
Money turn her out actin wild on Sum slut shit
2012 weezy im rockin a trukfit
Swagg supaa clean i ain't worried Bout fuck shit
Money on my mind kinda raging For a bucket
Too much money on the table why Luck it
Ain't retiring soon let a nigga get Lucky
I ain't comin off her she say that She love me
More than juss love her like that's My lil buddy
I can't help a bitch if she catching You touch me
Dick her down good kept it real Fuck the money
Iso is coo you can put the ice on me
Fiery terms we flaring for Somethin
Stuck wit the fam we came up frm Nothin
We come frm the bottom where Could we get stuck at
Tryna put the money in the front Where the trunk at
Somewhere inna past where i Prolly left a fuck at
Coolan onna beach wit some Shades where the sun at
I b out the way tryna see where Number 1 at
Trippen out they mind finna stop Makin hell cats
Left a dub ina mud and I'm talkin What was that
I'm slick I'm the 1 i ain't gotta put On my dum hat
You fw it or what ain't gotta put On a front eh
Dnt know what you sayin i juss Want mo cake
My heart turned me cold i ain't Worried bout no hate
I'm back in my zone i stay in my Own lane
The nats is gne i sprayed some Strong raid
Heartbroken a zone i love me a Cold space
The paper a mold keep gettin mo Banks

Written by:
Kawaun Carnell

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