SPELLCASTERZZZ

Lyrics

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE, jaywalk, & koll] I'm doin' magic, I'm on a mission, I'm causin' mischief, yeah (koll) Don't step on my land, don't trespass, we do him tragic, I caught him trippin', yeah I stay on my mind, on my mission, yeah, I got money on mind, I'm just talk to the band SUICOKE sandal, don't wear no Van, young PE$O smoke ounce I ain't smokin' no gram I got a shooter behind me, he ain't shoot lightly, I summon him like my Stand They hatin' my shit, but I bet that they stan, I ran it up and took place and they can't Guess I ran it up, but young PE$O had luck, oh, you got it fucked up if you don't got a plan I'm smokin' on tree and bro sippin' on lean, I swear, look in his cup, this shit purple like jam They ain't wanna hear it, they told me, "Shut up", and now PE$O done cleared 'em, they wonder, "What's up?" I done came from the—, damn, if I don't tell you what's up, you'd bе fuck Got that burner like Wolf, boy, I'm shootin' shit up, man, I wish that he would 'causе we gettin' him booked I got one-hunnid mana, I promise you done, he see my bar and I bet that he run (Yeah, yeah-eah-yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: jaywalk] He see me and he call me a wizard, he grab the Percs, it's gettin' sticky in here (In here) Off acid, yo' bitch gon' get to lickin', bitch, I'm a wizard, I need me a witch bitch (Get to lick—, need me a witch) This nigga sippin' on green, it's Christmas, pray for the gas, I feel uplifted (Green, it's Christ—, feel like uplifted) Empty truck, me and Rich in it, yo' bitch, she grippin', but she hang wit' the pigment (Me and Rich in it, hang wit' the pigment) He wanna fight? Up the stick, good luck, I'm gettin' high, geekin' on good stuff, don't know why I try (Ah, ah, ah) I'm in my [?], [?] (Ah) These niggas be so green like chives, if I don't get Wock, I'mma break out in hives, yuh (Ah, ah, ah) I cop a pump for the lean, man, if I spill this shit, then I'll cry, uh (Ah, ah, ah) [Verse 3: yayu] Huh? Hey, rooftop runtz, neither booth seein' clear Can't stop now, I'm the truth and I'm near, my range top-notch, at the [?], [?] a steer Get ya face knocked off, on your boots, lookin' weird, spittin' hate non-stop, it's the roots to ya fears Hittin' plays on God, cheat death, they playin' with the—, aye, fuck law, free sex, all the turnt [?] a toaster The rage of a Greek god, got a million volts, I keep the stick in the holster Green-Green hollow tips, plant two with the two-hand grip, loaded in wit' a bigger controller Pickin' up a sound, all you kiddies is vultures, everybody built a palace on the shit that you stole I think the mission is over, comedy gold rush, we hittin' the coast, you better bring me ya toaster, wait