Spam Likely ft. Strxtch Lyrics

(Aye Turn Me Up Toak)

(Yesserski!)

Spam likely, stop calling my phone, I'm thinking she knows

You ain't like me, so don't even try, you're gon fall on your nose

Real flashy, I'm dripping in suits, talk of the town

Hey Jazzy, I sent you a song, how does it sound?

Don't flex, uh

It's finna get snatched

It's niggas out here with no bread, uh

Yall females is hoes

Don't text me, I don't want no sex, uh

Oh, you think I'm fine?

I don't care

Wet one, over the phone, we ain't even link

Bet some

I'm on a roll feeling like jelly and jam

One through ten, I only want

Eights and above in the face

Get your hair done

Zakhara she do it the best

I got on the phone with my shorty

She telling a story

I love when she tell me to guess, yuh

Lately, I feel like the best, uh

Lately, I be feeling blessed, uh

Lately, I been getting checks, uh

Lately, I don't want to rest, uh

Lately, I'm brushing with Crest, uh

Ok

Spam likely, stop calling my phone, I'm thinking she knows

You ain't like me, so don't even try, you're gon fall on your nose

Real flashy, I'm dripping in suits, talk of the town

Hey Jazzy, I sent you a song, how does it sound?

Pulling up, I'm sipping on some drink

Your main bitch is my favorite skank

Big bands, I got it in the bank

Brother, knock you down, to up is rank

Southside, I grew up in the stain

Currency, only thing that I gained

YLB, only thing that I claim

All the haters want to do is shame

Beezy chose up, cause he got no game

All I know, that little nigga is so lame

Don't want your heart, I just want your brain

Masked up, wearing red, think I'm Kane

Known to trip, I ain't on them shrooms

He great, right, we got harpoons

Brother Picasso, he paint rooms

I been King since Pharaohs and tombs

Xanax and Coke I use it to cope

Hanging my demons with all of these ropes

Codeine with the bean, I'm losing hope

My conscience is high, my soul is dope, yeah

My conscience is high, my soul is dope, yeah

Spam likely, stop calling my phone, I'm thinking she knows

You ain't like me, so don't even try, you're gon fall on your nose

Real flashy, I'm dripping in suits, talk of the town

Hey Jazzy, I sent you a song, how does it sound?