SpreedEm Lyrics

Okk

I think I broke my wrist, I think I broke my leg

Only thing hat gon' make me feel better if I hit a money spread

I hit a money spread, I hit a money spread

I got a count dem racks up bitch, right when I hop out the bed

You wanna fight I got blick

Beffin wit me u get pistold whipped

You a lil' peewee ass lil' boy, you ain't even worth shootin' and shit

I'm about to go shoot da shit, you is a baby, you need you a bib

I told that lil' bitch, just about hold the way that the netten in the fit

I got halal some lamb on him, told that boy, show me a band

I got a tours3, 9 millimeter, okk, I'm finna take it, band

Bullets they flyin' as far as the eye can see

That's cause dat boy think he ocky

I'm feelin' sharp like a sharpie

I be the life of the party

Yeah, niggas be dumb, they leavin' the trail

We finna go n just backdoor dat boy hell yeah, he got betrailed

I done been shippin' da way da phones, the guns, they shipped to the mail

I done been wearin' many different hats, I'm feelin' like Christian Bale

How many times you got blicked]d, you ain't do nun

Cought you up with your mans, mans gotta blicked, you ain't do nun

Run up racks in a tracksuit, yeah, I run up racks pure fun

Cuddle racks, make me better, yeah,Cuddle racks , make me feel numb

Zora

I think I broke my wrist, I think I broke my leg

Only thing hat gon' make me feel better if I hit a money spread

I hit a money spread, I hit a money spread

I got a count dem racks up bitch, right when I hop out the bed