Spatula Lyrics

Chrome the whip, skrt (huh)

Look like I'm whipping a spatula

Might, cop me a brown Ferrari Spider, and call it Tarantula

I got enough room, for her and her son, I ain't talking Pamela (huh)

I might go Blade, give me the Dracula

Give her that uh

Really the only time that Hugger B gon' be backing up (aye)

I was down as fuck

But now the aroma baccala

Not nice like I'm Baka

I wanted a slice, now I'm thinking twice, oh nah

Ceasefire, you're expired, I'm tired

And now I'm cooking like Ibaka, bruh

I gotta go, I gotta get it

She got a whole lotta leg, no prosthetic

Kicking it, she athletic

She about her biz, cosmetics

I was posted up, but shit got poetic

Might send her a letter, I'm so alphabetic

It's going downhill, then I've been sledding

My downfall, they been begging

Bet I'm embedding

Only a portion of you will be understanding where I'm getting (huh)

I remember, you're forgetting, it's fitting

I was stitching up with knitting (woah)

Bitch, it's only good willing (woah)

Look, ma, I'm touching the ceiling (aye)

Knock 'em over like a domino (domino)

Spike in the TD for the dub, phenomenal

Boy is a rat, I'ma call him Geronimo

Call that shit back, it was cap, told him vámonos (oh)

Half a dozen plus a couple, we animals

Focused on mines like I'm picking at minerals

Y'all want it all, but you're putting in (huh)

Minimal, lately I've been feeling invincible

I feel like I'm teaching the principal

Shorty wanna come give the prince a pull

King shit on my pinnacle

Say what I want, so convincible

Bae, please, you cannot convince a bull

Chrome the whip, skrt (huh)

Look like I'm whipping a spatula

Might, cop me a brown Ferrari Spider, and call it Tarantula

I got enough room, for her and her son, I ain't talking Pamela (huh)

I might go Blade, give me the Dracula

Give her that (woo)

Really the only time that Hugger B gon' be backing up (aye)

I was down as fuck

But now the aroma baccala

Not nice like I'm Baka

I wanted a slice, now I'm thinking twice, oh nah

Ceasefire, you're expired, I'm tired

And now I'm cooking like Ibaka, bruh