Spade a Spade ft. B. Lewie & FatRay100 Lyrics

Clutchin' with a smile, bitch, I'm trigger-happy

I learn't I was here all by myself thinkin' my niggas had me

With the baddies, they was crashin' when I didn't have it

Only fuck on camera, wanna see how all these bitches actin'

When they was playin' tag we was pressin' like prank callers

My niggas Picasso, they walk around paintballin'

Have them pits ridin' round the town with your trace on em

Banana clips don't disappear when them apes callin'

Call a bitch a bitch, still a spade is spade

I'm still eatin', if it's on the go, I get a paper plate

Why she playin', she like Raising Kanan, I can't stay and play

Don't think cuz I got that power, I can't fuck with Franklin Saint

Hit the motherland sincerely, came back like Leon

Lil' bug, think she fuckin' with Hov, bitch, you ain't beehive

Ho get in line, I'm in my prime, I feel like Deion

Old money, I forget when I count it, I'm gettin' senile

Want me to cuff you up, bitch, you would never get it

That pussy like financial aid, they let whoever get it

Don't wanna hear no tough shit, you livin' scared of niggas

Like I ride that yellow short bus, I been a special nigga

I was young, fuckin' grown bitches, they like she let you hit it

Brody like you got that switch on you, don't let him catch you with it

That bag a couple hours late now put some extra with it

You play, we leave you gray, we like to etch a sketch a nigga

I fuck then put her in the wind

That bitch Dominican, that pussy had a smell to it

But fuck it, shit, a win the win

Shit, I might hit again

We hit that crib and made a move, we get that new loc'

Bro, you woke, let's spin again

We turn the glock to jean jackets, we got helly buttons

Bro had some shit that had em droppin' dead like Andy coming

I smell like Izzy when you see me, bet your granny love it

You know that Izzy make em dizzy, have yo' granny fuckin'

I feel like I'm Tunechi back in 2007

Polos with the strap, tryna boot up another level

All a nigga wanted was a studded Pelle Pelle

Al Wissam pea coat , OG taught me G-code

Long as they print it, we gon' get it, shout out Kinkos

College chasing green, had me chillin' with the gringos

Had to come through clutching wasn't no crutches I can lean on

She think I'm a player, I'm just trying to put the team on

Going for it, fourth and long, wonder if she hold me down

Tryna hit her friend, I told her it's enough to go around

Running through these stages, I got a little baby rolling loud

Cuzzo got the "o" so you can spin back if you wanna vowel

Yea, tryna come up on a fortune

Ray on FaceTime with more apples than the orchard

Know I always gotta plug, it ain't no shortage

Gotta tell your youngins' not to crash out with no insurance