The People Under The Stairs ft. Springz Lyrics

I'm mobbing with the camp some models that could dance

Bartender tell them bitches bring my bottles in advance

You ever try to play with my son you out of chance

I'm a baller but I play with my gun like ja morant

I'm back on my grizzly a lot of bitches miss me

I'm springz they know i'm a king like Doug Christie

You could take nine shots or you could take fifty

Both will send your body to god with no Whitney

No witness they gon' need forensics

And this red dot on your head no pinterest

Team full of shooters got Steve Kerrs and pippens

Put this fucking nine on your back Jordan olympics

Kicks never come out and my niggas dumb out

People under the stairs you snitch cut your tongue out

Hospital visit they gon' have to pull a lung out

And i'm on the grind sun down till the sun out

I ain't gon' hold you nigga i'm back facts

And I don't got time to play with you rap cats

The mac clap pump fakers y'all act strapped

And get a hole in the back of your head like snap backs

The way I leveled up man it so ain't fair

I made a killing cuz of that white like the cocaine bear

I met a new connect that nigga prices was valid

White girl stashed in the house ain't talking bout Alice

I been getting money you niggas never was there

My trap got the fiends like people under the stairs

Everybody tough now cuz you got a gun cool

But when my gun cock back you better run fool

My aim good when i'm blasting the toast

Send ball heads through your wall like casper the ghost

Nigga I get mad and start doing the most

Ill cut ya fucking tongue out have resembling roach