Spectacular 2

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm making plays on this—, uh I'm making plays on this flip phone They not talking bout racks they get goin' Laugh at these niggas like sitcom Do what I'm doing and lettin' my nuts hang, lil' nigga, my dick long Finna start calling my opps the toilet seat, 'cause they gettin shitted on Yuh, this ho keep hittin' my line, the fuck is this bitch on? Be in the front or back of the line, butyou gotta pick one Yeah, shawty was fucking with me and he gettin' mad like I did some' Yuh, I'm tryna run up a M, I'm tryna get me a big one You better go out the back door, I go wherever the MAC go Boy, you ain't makin no income, need to go get you a job with the threshold Makin' a whole lotta pizzas, way that I work with that cheddar, infact though I get that lil' hoe on me like I'm Fat Joe I wanna look in yo' books and that stats low Yeah, you said you want smoke then you duck Like isn't this shit what you ask for? Yuh, tryna hit that boy up, that why I sleep with the mats for Yuh, tweakin' off that syrup, bitch, I'm movin' mad slow Ex bitch said that I'm a dickhead, new bitch said I'm a asshole Yeah, what does that make me, see the bullshit is in HD I got a whole lotta sons (Uh-uh), but bitch I ain't raisin' no baby, yeah These niggas pussy and flaky, don't got no stick, that boy totin' a fake keep Bitch I got all the designer, I seen that pussy boy shoppin' at Macy's Yuh, yuh, she give me that head, oh, I left that lil ho beheaded Yuh, ain't finna take back nothin', bitch, I meant when I said it Yuh, yo' pockets not fat, I guess that them bitches athletic Me and this ho really never connected You aim at bro, I can show you the method Yuh, send me the lo' and I'm on that, we know he don't want no combat That boy he stuck in a cave like wombat, I'm tryna find where his mom at Got a stick on me, that bitch came compact, hits on that boy like a dogmat Bitch, I want everything inside the bag, lil' pussy ah boy, I want all that Yeah, feel like I'm taking off heads, she giving top like a ballcap Yeah, chop' got a class of karate, its kickin' and pushin' ya' jaw back Yeah, tell that ho mom I'm callin', I promise she won't get a call back Money add up, it's a tall stack Boy, I'm 'bout to tweak out, better fall back I must be a wide receiver, the way niggas keep throwin' hate and I caught that bitch High like hot sauce, bitch Pull up, drop yo' clique Niggas cheesy nacho stick Damn, it's over? Okay, I'm out, bye bye