Girls Love Spyda. (Remix) ft. TyFrom662 Lyrics

When I put that shit on, niggas copy my swag

I put that shit on for real

Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm tryna fuck on Liz

Tell her come fuck me for real

Niggas saying that I'm the new version of Carti

Nigga you can't be for real

She a pretty girl and she listening to Party

I'm tryna cuff that for real

Watch what I do for real, I'm in my bag for real

These niggas be faking like they getting money, but they really broke for real

Boy, you was a lame for real, you was not gang for real

Stop claiming you gang fore I push your shit back

Nigga you was not gang for real

Like holup stop the beat, let me roll my weed

Shawty bad and she got ass, baby, come with me

Why the boy hiding, he ain't come outside

Nigga know I been creepin all night

Like when I see you, you know you gon die

Aint no hiding, bo hiding, no hiding

I'm rockin my chain every show that I go to

She on my stick, I ain't talkin bout Roku

She wanna fuck in the back of my new car

Bitch is you dumb, this is a new car

Pretty girls love Spyda

Burn the building down, we walk in and we knock him down

All these niggas clowns, go tell them we'll face them all, let's go

Off that lean and off that drank

They know I'm throwed and I'ma blow

On them jiggas tryna hold me down, I told them, let me go

Another cup, I pour some more, one pint of purple up the sco

She wanna come, I let her know, I got some more, come through the door

I be the one to take your soul, call me the reaper, that's for sure

I catch a body on the road and then go turn up at the show

In that G63 with that big Glock on me, yeah

He stay where he was, he got knocked out the streets, yeah

I got 30 on me and I pull up from deep, yeah

Masked up, gloved up, all my niggas totin' with heat, yeah

Don't say a thing, just let it bang

Come through the back and bust his brain

This brand new pack a dangerous strain

Just know we got like everything

And just like me, this gun can sing

Hanging on the pusher on the chain

That nigga wanted all that fame and I now he famous, fuckin' banga

Niggas say something, get a soul took, yeah

Nigga bought you and then I sold you, yeah

I'ma get you, lil' boy, I told you, yeah

I'ma kill you, cause I don't know you, yeah

We ain't grow up together, we ain't tryna sightsee the block

Boom, we don't know each other, I ain't never ever need a Glock

I don't need these niggas, all I ever needed was a night

Niggas sit so I gave a shot, nigga dead so I payed the rot