Spit Game Proper

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] Ambushing with ambission, kicking these handwrittens, minous the [?] Pops was taking random leave for family needs I'm a starving artist, I kill you for camera feeds Moms often get son punished Only thing that'll come from it is what's coming [?] Church [?] [?] You don't get a burst of genius tryna verse wit Jesus Hit the road rush Love that fast money still take me to slow [?] Better than no cus, you broke, you don't know much Martin had a dream, got killed cause he woke up Better tighten your verse before I tighton your herse Going at every meal, you still might be dessert [?] every cypher they search But I throw shots in every bar, [?] Why he fucking your bitch? Spittin hard lyrics, taking your money? [Verse 2: Loaded Lux] It's the motherfucking heathen Venomous demon No time for games like the end of the season Can't believe all these dudes that's telling is breathing Fuck around, have the whole church yelling and greeving All you hear is screams and sirons, theams of vilance The ones who had dreams, turned to theives and pirates Went from whippin the pyrex, to sitting with pilots Finger tips got the [?], spitting the livest When I die, bury me right next to my grandma Came in the game like a hurricane with a hail storm Some homies that I used to rock with, I don't hear from Cause they let that jealous shit sit in their eardrums The message is fear none Fuck where they hail from And fuck a cop, especially a red headed [?] one I'm ready to kill one Ready to build something Picture him smoked out, smoked out by a real one Why he fucking your bitch? Spitting hard lyrics taking your money? [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] I ain't with binoculars, taking a shot [?] Say who's the hottest, my name at the top of this Russian rulet, I hope to exchange the [?] [?] to the game I'm an optimist With the brain of a predicat fellin, [?] Always a delecit [?], [?] they tryna maintain [?] My heart is cooler than [?] [?] irons the rinckle out Swallo the penesillin, the shingles out The bottles still refilling, and I got the tingles out You like a ventriloquist tryna find all my lingo out You tryna be Gillagen, and that's why you singled out [?] with the nine on [?] rout Behind a few killings I sware I don't know a thing about [?] ain't no wittnesses, bring them out [?] doubt [?] shit for clout Any of you double cross me, I tripple the amount [?] I come to your door, like I'm hear to kick all the tennance out Enough with the mama jokes, might go the mennace rout [?] rout I put my dick on your chick and show that the skin is out [?] spit him out I'm legend, I'm [?] critters out [?] show all your shit is out Too many swalloers, calling the spitters out Been into too many mouths [?] my dick is out I'm one of the sickest out, in front of your sister's house While you putting disses out, I'm putting bitches out Shoot your britches out [?] out I got my own cash, and all my stitches out Now I leave you, like I didn't know that your shit was out Know what my clique about, Young Money malisha out