SPC

Lyrics

[Intro: Chuuwee] Aye Great [Verse 1: Chuuwee] How many days did it take for the snake To rear her sexy ass face in the place It's been a long while, I've been MTV Made I stay in a new city and I stayed the same Hustle for a check, EL_Ch3z stay payed I'm looking for these bitches that I knew in tenth grade I'm looking for the tweed, no sticks, no seeds Third degree burns got my mind on ease, ah So what's up with the tweed? I need an OZ, no sticks, no seeds Stay PI, handle my BI, since I was knee-high I keep it double-OG 'Scuse me, you don't want no beef Got gas for these pussies so I call his ass queef Chief Keef, smoke loud ass trees, RIP to my nigga Ashley [Chorus: Chuuwee] Money always on my mind, I don't know about churn (?) If it's paper to be made, you can bank that I'm gon' earn I got smoke inside my face, girl, you know I like to burn I ain't got nothin' on the trees right now If you tryna' blow it down, then we finna smoke yours Puff, puff, pass, I'm high Puff, puff, pass, I'm high Bong rips to the face, I may have just died Smokin' dabs from the vape, I think I'm finna fly [Verse 2: Trizz] Get down cuz I said so, stick ups if my bread low I get high and I get low, I get drunk I get slow Motivated, medicated, elevated, I stay faded Shame ain't it? Always wasted All this fuckin time wasted Still famous, still made it Hoe ass niggas, they still hatin' Written In Smoke, she still play it Her nigga mad, he fuckin' hate it Eat a dick, you fuckin' hater Pimp nigga, I'm fuckin' player Use a bitch, then fuckin' play her Open legs, I fuckin' ate her Dumb it down for you slow niggas Talk shit to you hoe niggas Rap with only these dope niggas We kick back and we smoke, nigga Co-llab, we won't, nigga Unless you got that dough, nigga Chances are, you don't, nigga I tell you about these broke niggas [Chorus: Chuuwee] Money always on my mind, I don't know about churn (?) If it's paper to be made, you can bank that I'm gon' earn I got smoke inside my face, girl, you know I like to burn I ain't got nothin' on the trees right now If you tryna' blow it down, then we finna smoke yours Puff, puff, pass, I'm high Puff, puff, pass, I'm high Bong rips to the face, I may have just died Smokin' dabs from the vape, I think I'm finna fly