SPYDER Lyrics

Popped a G six now I can't feel my face

Elliante diamonds jump out the face

Black on black Porche bitch I feel like I'm Spyder

Triple S rocking Balenciaga

I'm in love with the money, designer, and hoes

I been sipping on dranky I'm moving real slow

High as hell off the Juana, I'm dripping tsunami

Got some bitches in Paris they all on my body

Going two twenty-plus on da dash in a Rari

Broke her heart twice give a fuck bout a thot

Niggas begging for features I'm taxing for hunnits

Fingers itching I been thumbing through hunnits

No Dj Khaled

But she fuck wit Da Kid cause she know I'm the best

Audemars flooded I love my Piguet

Balling hard on these niggas they gave me a tech

You ain't heard about me?

Fly skinny nigga wit motion got all of this drip

Pussy boy you ain't fuckin wit me

Mhmm, mhmm

Yeah, yeah

Glock make him dance like his ass in a frat

This bitch feening for kids I ain't falling for that

Think I'm done, fuck around buss a nut on her back

Mr.Smooth on these hoes, Yeah they lovin on Tanaa

Having three sums with these hoes In Atlanta

Fuck a five or a deuce pour a eight in a Fanta

My last bitch was a groupie, My new bitch a dancer

Labels calling my phone I'm too high to hit answer

Call up Slime for the hit Brodie going Bonanza

Oh, he begging for smoke?

Tell dat nigga pull up then we give dat boy cancer

Bitch I got 8 arms yeah I play with da coochie and racks and designer things

Bitch I rock Chrome Heart, Evisu, and Fendi yeah I'm a designer feen

Man I just wanna fuck on Kehlani inside of Chanel, yeah I'm having designer dreams

Smoking on Za packs I could see wit these lights steady flashin behind da scenes

This that count my money while I fuck on a Smut yea I cum on designer sheets

This Watch on my wrist ain't for tellin the time

When I step in da room niggas knowing what time it is

I'm lit like hot piss in a pamper, she wanna fuck so I'm beatin' her back in

Bentley swervin I took off the traction, Forgiato's they fire like hot red

Fuck a thot get her gone I can't wife it

Spyder Boy keeping sticks like it's ISIS

Yeah

Call me Spyder, Spyder, Spyder

Uh-huh

Call me Spyder, Spyder, Spyder

Call me Spyder, Spyder, Spyder

Mhmm Hmm

Spyder, Spyder, Spyder, Spyder

Okay

Rockin Chanel, Chanel, and Spyder

Black on black Porche bitch I feel like I'm Spyder

Sippin on lean like this shit Apple Cider

Roll up three. five in a blunt where a lighter?

Moon rocks man that shit get me higher

I got a drop-top bitch she suckin on drop-top dick all inside of a drop-top whip

High as hell yeah I'm tweaking off Percocets and the LSD baby get wit me

Hmm, I ain't no killa but nigga don't push me

Glock 19s with the lasers oh yeah, Homicide Gang yeah we leaving em dead

Hella shots yeah we leaving em red, Toxic nigga left my bitch right on read

I'm a Rockstar rockin whole lotta red, Hunnit choppas we gon oot at his head

I'm a skinny nigga but my pants super fat, big slatt get em slimed for the racks

Pockets hurting man that's too many racks

I got stripper bitches with a whole lotta stacks

Mhmm, Big Slatt

Spyder

Having three sums with these hoes In Atlanta

Fuck a five or a deuce pour a eight in a Fanta

My last bitch was a groupie, my new bitch a dancer

Labels calling my phone I'm too high to hit answer

Call up Slime for the hit Brodie going Bonanza

Oh, he begging for smoke?

Tell dat nigga pull up then we give dat boy cancer

Bitch I got 8 arms yeah I play with da coochie and racks and designer things

Bitch I rock Chrome Heart, Evisu, and Fendi yeah I'm a designer feen

Man I just wanna fuck on Kehlani inside of Chanel, yeah I'm having designer dreams

Smoking on Za packs I could see wit these lights steady flashin behind da scenes

This that count my money while I fuck on a Smut yea I cum on designer sheets