Gucci & Adidas (feat. Spades)

H nigga Young Spades on the track man Dropping bombs like it's gravity No insanity Shooting shots I'm the best like I'm blessed You niggas lookin' slow like you missed a fuckin test Used to grind for real cuz I was gonna be the best Now I'm stuntin' Look at the way that I'm dressed Used to ball in the uniform ain't talkin bout the crest You lames unknown, but you just a thots guest Tryna stack my weight, no weight I'm still pressing Hoes on my line, they forgot I'm still finessing Knew it was real since I was a freshmen Cook it in the pot, I ain't talking bout jasmine Life is stressing Ion even know what happened This ting dissed, expects not to be abandoned Lil nigga keep ya head up Don't be saddened All the gifts you receive, they be rationed I ain't hatin' lil nigga I been there too Too broke on my own, ain't know what to do Sip up the drink cuz it's mixed with mountain dew Everybody switching stay close to a few Avoidin' niggas cuz the papers overdue And niggas fake yet act like they true Avoiding niggas cuz the papers overdue Nigga's fake,(H niggaa) yet act like they true F*ck (BOP) The original criminal Keep it simple, I'm poppin' like a pimple Sellin' my illegal Bitches buggin' call em beetle People thuggin' poke em wit a needle And it go deep have it lethal Now they OT In a hospital, now I'm sipping on my tropical Military flow on that hoe Verbally heard of me now they wanna murder me See me selling trees I can smell that jealously Sippin' hennessy carelessly All these enemies, they ain't no friend of me See the fakes bleed Speed to the money my mind filled wit greed All the fake niggas bleed Eat 'em cuz we needa feed Set that line clean on the scene H nigga wit his queen Purple wit my lean Herbal loud and green Herbal loud and green I'm sick like the flu And fire like a fever Glocks loaded wit the crew, these niggas call me evil These pussies never knew I ain't stopping wit the reefa I'm sorry hoe I never meant to hurt you now I'm leaving you Running circles on these niggas No go cart That molly got me up I ain't feeling no slow part Been making racks all day with my whole heart Shootin straight for the bullseye Ain't talking no darts Bars be burning you Like forest fire Say you got dawgs but we know you're a liar These thots on my phone cuz my dicks their desire Fiends on my line cuz they know I got the fire Smoke loud to my face Can't get any higher Too wavy on roads so I hired a driver Henny in my liver got me feelin' like a survivor Kill 'em wit the hooks I ain't talkin bout a fighter