you know i stick to the script
twenty-million dollar nigga
i'm fuckin' wit' the spikes
i'm fuckin' wit' the spikes
shoot and i don't ever miss
the coupe i'm in is rented
i ain't wit' all that commitment shit
couple gs when i'm shoppin'
got a thing for pink boxes
shout out frankie the butcher
shout out mishka in brooklyn
that's some nigga from 10.deep atl
i ball like private school
you bammas like hyperstrikes
your wifey sleep outside of you
you know just we just need more shit and
it's ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons
they may never see the store
got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul
i'm fuckin' wit' the spikes
i said i'm swaggin' out in my cool greys
wrong move and that tool fly
better kon that ass like wu-sai
walk around wit' like 10 on me
don't grin on me wit' them long stares
you ain't god unless no fear
we jeweled out and we racked up
phantom big when it back up
shooters ride wit' that mac tucked
got bad hoes and that whippet pill
one week and we get the deal
one day and i fucked the bitch
my snapback is hella bent
i'm fuckin' wit' the spikes
no wonder why them hoes be open
so what'd i say? they okey-dokin'
how you figga? you fuckin' wit' me? i hope he jokin'
bitch you macauley culkin
then put my ashes on you niggas
fuck hoes wit' no emotion
fade away like kobe postin'
like ain't shit that you can't tell us
i used to look at niggas jealous
and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
now we livin' much better
rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
i don't need to know the numbers
you just need to know i'm comin'
i'll kill you niggas this summer
i'm fuckin' wit' the spikes
i'm fuckin' wit' the spikes