Spooky in the Ville Video (MV)

You shoulda seen that look up on they face that backdoors wasn't closed
Since that switchin on yo conscious
Then this switchy up fasho
You was lying on my name
And that shit turned you to a ghost
Do the most
Don't gotta talk about these dead niqqas thats smoked
Pretty mami shaking ass for me she know that she my baby
I can't lie I found my worth
A nigga started feeling wavy
I'm too litt up in my purpose
I won't let these bitches play me
Tell that hoe I'm good up off her link
That setup really crazy
It get spooky in the ville
Drop with Drippy for a mil
She see JK she see Drippy
Now her pussy start to spill
It get wetter when I get her
She eat up like its a meal
Talk my life on every track
These niggas selling for a deal
Just sign right here because I can really make you rich
I took my hoes up off the street and they ain't make it out the ditch
Shooters scratching serials like they gun gotta itch
And I ain't gonna take yo hoe I'm just borrowing your bitch
Aye, head shots like mugshots turn your bitch to her side
I'm with jk spinnin beyblades yeah, you know how we goin slide
Need my windows five percent or I aint goin for the ride
Sold him spice he thought was za we goin leave a goofy fried
Hit em 223s we can't leave the score untied
And I'm really certified so they never come outside
Think they hermified
Ain't no Bonnie Clyde
Let her give me brain like she tryna explore her mind
Tryna see what life about
See what life about
Checkmark on the gram now she f*cking for the clout
Life really rocky when you come up from the mount
I know they envy me cuz I'm the one that made it out
It get spooky in the ville
Drop with Drippy for a mil
She see JK she see Drippy
Now her pussy start to spill
It get wetter when i get her
She eat up like its a meal
Talk my life on every track
These niggas selling for a deal
We don't do no leg shots uh uh
Hit his tree top
Bro a chef he cook the block
The way we make the streets hot
Spot em got em, think that brody popped him now he beatbox
Im official make her blow the whistle like a teapot
I hadda let them demons out
Let them out they screaming now
Screaming now you leaving now
Grab my scythe im reaping now
Watch that knife up in yo back
Turn yo back quick to attack
People say they love me
But I'm traumatized ain't hearing that
Aye, Hollows they f*ck up ya physical even ya spiritual
Knock off ya limb or two
Mama told me why I got all them guns
And it told her that shit was habitual
Told that lil boy Im outside with a whole lotta steppas
So he better watch what he say
He caught a shot to the leg and arm and then its a fatality knock off his face