Spooky Shit

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, nigga Watch this shit Show you niggas why I'm the motherfuckin' General Bar for bar, you niggas don't want no smoke Leatherface in this motherfucker [Verse] Geah, now this the shit they need from me Murder shit repeatedly, illegally They worship these verses like a deity Too determined to beef with me Benny and Erick Sermon agree with me I'm war-tested, for-sure methods, pure ethics The big hammer left a small message You all breakfast, tall beverage, it's all Tetris Desert Eagle, that's my winter and my fall fetish My brain brighter, trained fighter, flame lighter, insane writer Deep talker, sleep walker, street author, Peter Parker Got bit by the same spider If the beat ain't short-circuit by now, your brain might'a, Lord! That's my signature, crack distributors, rap Caligula Mini MAC crack your fibula, slap whoever that's in that perimeter Black virginator, the eyes on me like I clapped a senator Let's talk about it Shit disgustin', sick production, a quick concussion Not familiar? This your introduction You big for nothin', I'll split your muffin, you niggas buggin'! Next bullets might hit your cousin, get to duckin' Bitch, I'm different than you thought, this shit is a sport I'm shittin' in Philly, pissin' in New York You sit in the court We get in the Porsche, them niggas the street niggas support We did it and fought, three minutes and we get it across Transportin' shit, one hand camcorder shit The hammer break down the pieces on some Transformers shit I'm damn fortunate, rubber band hand ornaments I'm countin' money all day like it's a damn tournament Payne! [Outro] BSF motherfuckin' general, nigga EIMG, Philly and Buffalo done linked up Niggas done fucked up, game over, nigga
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Credits
- Writers
- 4ord Tuff
- RJ Payne