Intro(281-813) Lyrics

Tell the superintendent

I intend to slash dudes with the pencil

Shouts my dawgs at the crib

Boos and failed dues

Got these words on my mental

All my people with dreams

Slide

All my brothers with roots

Grow

We ain’t worried bout nothin fam

But we watchin for Winslow’s

Cop a pack and watch the roof blow

Put the subs inside the trunk hoe

And my name be Spo and you know how we rockin

My brothas be cutthroat

While my sistas was juggin fo hair

I was worried bout c notes and snares

And these niggas be changin and floppin with seasons

Ah nigga aint going no where

Going no where



Real ass niggas want smoke

Got the black

Got the blunt

Got the tree

It’s me myself and I forever

Don’t give a fuck bout what chu mean

Don’t need no make up keep that shine

Don’t need no fucking Maybelline

I was in the porch just rockin seesawing passion or cream

I'm talkin gyros blue cheese

Wing fries and double shrimp

In the parkin lot with the simps

3 AM let out grim

Talkin slick ta kiesha n tiff

Givin lip but not no kiss

Mane I swear if I didn’t leave I know exactly how this end

Jitt

Real ass niggas want smoke

My People Buss Down On Dro (My pretty boy smile no joke)

Mane I went from bluestone up to 56

You know how I’m fixin this

And they talking distance shit tryna diss n shit

Man I’m dismissing tricks with this

Nah this aint fo kids

An ion gon give you ah rib

You better ask Adam or god

I’m yelling on guard

While striking yo man n yo broad

I like me against all the odds

Don’t let this nonchalantness fool ya

My dawg is locked n I will do ya

Stepped off the block a lil too hot

Shoulda ran fo the doe when boys heard shots

Locked with ambition records n bops

Juggin the locks till we heard the cops

Now what be the mission

Drop off the opp

The clock finna stop

Tf finna pop Nigga

Get out and you dead

Eyes see you they red

This ain’t a mind of threats

This be a promise instead

Fa Aunties that’s weeping in bed

Real ass niggas we smoke

My people buss down on DRO

Hoe it be Spo

Two x’s not no T’s throw on that I E tho

Hoe dis foe moe mar and Micah

Kayla Ray and Kobe bro (And Lisa too)

Nah we ain’t bulletproof our cuz was waving blue

R I P Chico Da Don