S.P.W.

Lyrics

[Verse] Really ima stab he on he head Stab he on he skull, uncomfortable Catch he on he slip, catch he vulnerable I'm off my shit, watch me bust my vent I double the cent, this pot is kek Where's your common sense? We can't fuckin match You cat, fuck ya shootas, i got v.a.t.s, yea Body blue and black, dash y plant the tack Shuffle ya cards, on my blackjack, attack plan Rap fags stagnant, pull up in a hazmat Go n pack ya bags then [Verse 2] You can call me shatback Rat, i'm a sewer peasant whoreson Gang fulla crows n you dont know one Ey i'm supposed to be the bold one Keep that frontin like you hold guns Ho you tote none, post up I swear to christ you bet not show up Might bust a fuse and blow the show up [Chorus] Thats 1 per list, shoutout to foegun Dun dun dun, red clay, n nukka Thrice, finna melt you like some budda Ice, froze up cuz you a busta Thats 1 per list, shoutout to foegun Dun dun dun, red clay, n nukka Thrice, finna melt you like some budda Ice, froze up cuz you a busta [Refrain] Sewer Peasant Whoreson You got the keys You got degree Ion agree Yuhh Sewer Peasant Whoreson You got the keys You got degree Ion agree Yuhh [Outro] Sewer Peasant Whoreson Piss on the floor Piss w the door open Ion give a fuck Sewer Peasant Whoreson You got decrees You got degree You do not hold none [Instrumental solo]