Al Rogers Jr. - Spider in the Tesla

Swoozy baby baby get a dolla hit a lick
Baby al that smack mothafucka take a whiff
Got problems out the ass but im blessed as it get
Bouta run my bag up and cop a harley and shit now
Aint that a trip? ima trip to thailand to ride elephants
I been bippin not slippin resistant for instance who u kno
Better in a million mile distance it's a spider in the tesla
Dreams of getting better why they look at me like the boy
Suppose to let up i been on my deen aint no swine on my dresser
This is mcqueen peep da skull on my sweater i use to feel sad but
That was only for a few my brother said to me do what u gotta do
In a world of mr. me too's it's only one you ima mew two either
Bumping seasons or tru bleu i want my mother out that Suburu
And in a new coop i don't want too much power cause they'll shoot
You rest in peace Scoota up next i salute you ima keep draggin my nuts
Across they forehead how u hate more instead of gettin more bread you
Can't box a nigga like i i stand vertical ain't folding dis guy proud of who
I am don't need no disguise got too much on my plate to keep up wit lies
Even more up my sleeve so all i know Is grind cause it's a spider in the tesla
But no need to fear they gonna look at u like u ain't suppose to be here ol hatin
Ass bluffin ass frontin ass really ain't no good for nothin ass motha shut ya mouth

Written by:
Al Rogers

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