On the Spiritual Side

Lyrics

[Intro] Dark Squad Entertainment in this motherfucker man [Verse 1] My drink doing the 2-step, he won't quit dancing Every bad bitch I come across, they call me handsome She gon' suck that dick all the way from Flint to Lansing My plug an old white man staying in Detroit off of grass shit I don't fuck with the fruit, bloody alike, I pulled up draggin' Bitch got a big ass booty, she gotta drag it Everytime one of the opps die, we just be laughing My nigga doing heads, he ain't even 21, he just savage Box on a AR hold a lot of rounds, look like a suitcase I made her fuck me, then Mike, and then do Fxce Get him up close in this shit, he need a new face I got into a fight, fucked my watch up, I need a new face Man, the jeweler fuck with me I'm in the club with a blade, I'm giving buck 50s Like I'm tryna buy dawg a blitz, I gave him a buck 50 I got a hundred with a drum tucked, that's a buck 50 I got a store runner, he cool and he fast as hell I don't want the whole thing today so I bought a half a bill My bitch from the projects and cook good Rotel I told Gramz hurry the fuck up or ima miss my cell [Chorus] Huh, she gon' fuck me 'cause my shocker shining (psst, hmm) On the spiritual side Still get a script from the farm my plug 65 Was on the outskirts of the D and the nigga in Ypsi' died [Post-Chorus] I'm a boss That's Ross He don't cap, that's fuss You ain't fuck, your loss [Verse 2] You ain't fuck with me on the first night, well bitch you losing then I ain't take the bitch to nowhere fancy, she got a 2 for 10 In other words, that's 2 biggie bags Catch me in my hood so just post it with 60 cash And I'm good wherever I'm at They done hotboxed the booth, I'm in this bitch catching contact (Psst) [Refrain] Maaaaaaaaan Raaaaagh Damn it Stupid bitch Raaaagh [Verse 3] Out in LA she wearing gold, we at the swap Tryna feed her a sandwich, ain't nothing on it but cock meat Stomped it on his face, like I got hot feet I got 2 dirty bitches in 1 week, now I got hot meat Is you pregnant? 'cause I can't pull out of a driveway Ima catch you in traffic, I text all my opps "Drive safe" I'm cool with the frost, it's just the lean in my pocket I hit this bitch, smelt like PA and now I got a foul face My young dog a drink head, he just down ace I eat a eight of shrooms, we high on the moon, I'm tryna pound his face They ball like a monkey, fuck around and put Glock on the 8 Out the country with fashion, fuck around and put Glock with bait Damn, all the niggas do is show love, where all the hate? 20 pointers in my buffs, I could pound my face I be screaming "Fuck niggas", like I'm tryna down my race Fake FanDuel, 4 hundred thousand on a pop my 'lay