spice Lyrics

Don't fuck up the motion

Sippin' the potion

Blues in my pocket they growin

I had to sit down and focus

Niggas is fake like fuck all the bro shit

High off the Indo

GOE we bust out your window

We bust the G19s

Watch niggas snap like pencils

GOE you know that we killin' it

Opp block you know that we drillin

Pour up the wokky, pop me a pill in it

That wokky gettin me right

Bad lil' bitch lookin' like Ice Spice

Put on her, put on her back like twice

I had to give her the pipe

I had to give her the what?

Yeah, yeah

That's bullshit

Said you dropping my G? Why is you runnin' from me?

Counting the guala yeah counting the green

Yeah, got a new SRT

Yeah we bouta fuck up the streets

Yeah pass me the Glock 19

Yeah, yeah

Them fake niggas

They don't wanna see me eat

Big ass nigga doing bad for the team

Bad lil' bitch said she wanna start fuckin wit Tee

Yeah, yeah cause I got the green

I got the guala

She fake that is the problem

But she bad, built like a model

She lookin like spice

She lookin like spice

She lookin like

Gimme some brain, I'm tryna get right

Tryna get what?

Ass fat I'm all in her buns

Shawty a baddie she totin my gun

Who's that? T.G

Get to the guap, to the green

They wanna settle for piece

Bad lil' bitch wanna the meet the meat

GOE, GOE