C-Spoke - Hollywood

Ay me and Ra back with another one ya heard me
Ay look this my last crank song though
So, uh, y'all better enjoy this one
After this I'm done
You feel me?
Taking a different route with it
But look, look
Ahuh
Don't play with me bitch take your ass to the carnival
Lyrical lemonade need me an article
Beat up the pussy she said I'm remarkable
Niggas fake gangsta, they need an award
Sad, pussy, rookie
Don't charge for no feat, but you going pay to book me
Ain't holding my tongue
You bitches be filthy
Was chasing that pussy, ain't lying I'm guilty
I get behind it, it clap no encore
Pass me the rock, Imma shoot it, I score
If you my bruva we locked in we tourists, performing
Fly cross the country like eagles, been soaring
Switch this shit up it's just easy got boring
Punch in, no warrant
(Ay let me get one)
Cus' I'm locked in with shit
I don't need no hook
Told me one way, I don't go by the book
Came in the game with a pot I just cook, COVID
Sick with the flow, boy you know how I'm rolling
Drink in my system tip over
Lightweight
Cup got me woozy
Got off my ass now it's time make this movie
Five star making plays like I'm Toosi
Niggas be broke and they still rock they Gucci
Them diamonds they vision, they forehead like uzi
Kicked out of class, imma badass like boosie
Keys to the streets like a letter from Lucci
Bitch I ain't no fool
I still do this rap shit, ain't drop out of school
Shit you can drop out my nigga do you
Once you load up that choppa that shit ain't so cool
Plot twist
Niggas be capping, I'm sick of it
Who do you look up you niggas be missing it
Niggas be claiming they real, they be tipping it
Niggas be pussy they truthfully feminine
Your circle ain't small bitch you hang around many men
Spoke hop on the beat and speak truth yeah it's this again
Pussy ole niggas riding dick for an image
Whole time ain't your homie
He'll never do a sentence for you
And you ain't have no clue
Old wild ass leachy ass niggas
Fucking with you til' you run up out your juice
Stayed with the same crew
Riding with my brothers and my future wife too
Thought I'd never settle down that's what real love do
Hoe bitches no morals, always slinging round they cooch
And mother fuck your feelings
It ain't spared when it's true
When I hop up on the mic I speak the truth
I ain't worried bout you
And I'm fucked up too
Shit I ain't no perfect nigga but look
The money got Hollywood dancing with devils
Rock out the beat and talk shit bitch I'm clever
Go hard for my shit you can't knock my endeavor
Ball hard with my brothers like my name LaMelo
Take away that pistol, that boy acting mellow
Lord keep on blessing me
Far from the ghetto
Speak with my chest so I never can settle
I know that they watching, I don't need no bezel
(Lil bitch)
Ha, Spoke

Written by:
Craig Johnson

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