Letter To Spider

Get the f*ck up out my mentions, nigga I don't give a f*ck about what you shippin' what you flippin', nigga I did a whole lot of slime shit to get to where I'm at Grab a nine with the switch, then I'm puttin belt to ass Niggas lyin' in the booth, when you gon' start tellin facts, nigga I'm mad as f*ck in the coupe, like, where the f*ck the strap nigga I feel like Gatman at 50 Cent Bustdownbaby, Mr. Woes yeah, you know where I'm at Go ahead, pour some purple lines in this clear soda Aye, my bitch freakin' nasty, yeah, she look like Doja I'ma f*ck him over time and time again, that's what I told him Nigga, I'm really on the block, I know vivi Soulja Yeah, we really in the field, we really TTG That mean I'm trained to go, everything I see become deceased We got oxy, we got oxy Only thing that come between me and you is that I'm poppin One thing that I hate about your ass, you always in my pockets One thing that I love about you, be that bodyody Why don't you link the kid, we both be trending topics I get suited up every day, just like Mr. Rogers This ain't no 22 on me, nigga, this a fucking rocket We got Chef Woes in the kitchen he cookin like Betty Crocker My pops hate on me, man, I think he's Mr. Crocker I ain't got fairly odd parents, but I always get what I want Even with no dollars on me, all I know is stunt Niggas I'm smokin' vibes, why don't you catch a blunt I need the Plain Jane Patek 41 I traded a vamp rich & fame for my blood I just watch the money fall from the sky I watched the bitch suck my soul with no eyes I ain't scared of death, I got nine of them left Damn I miss my nigga Spider, he was all I had One thing that I hate about your ass, you always in my pockets One thing that I love about you, be that bodyody Why don't you link the kid, we both be trending topics I get suited up every day, just like Mr. Rogers