Saiah Woes - Letter To Spider Lyrics

Get the f*ck up out my mentions, nigga
I don't give a f*ck about what you shippin' what you flippin', nigga
I did a whole lot of slime shit to get to where I'm at
Grab a nine with the switch, then I'm puttin belt to ass
Niggas lyin' in the booth, when you gon' start tellin facts, nigga
I'm mad as f*ck in the coupe, like, where the f*ck the strap nigga
I feel like Gatman at 50 Cent
Bustdownbaby, Mr. Woes yeah, you know where I'm at
Go ahead, pour some purple lines in this clear soda
Aye, my bitch freakin' nasty, yeah, she look like Doja
I'ma f*ck him over time and time again, that's what I told him
Nigga, I'm really on the block, I know vivi Soulja
Yeah, we really in the field, we really TTG
That mean I'm trained to go, everything I see become deceased
We got oxy, we got oxy
Only thing that come between me and you is that I'm poppin
One thing that I hate about your ass, you always in my pockets
One thing that I love about you, be that bodyody
Why don't you link the kid, we both be trending topics
I get suited up every day, just like Mr. Rogers
This ain't no 22 on me, nigga, this a f*cking rocket
We got Chef Woes in the kitchen he cookin like Betty Crocker
My pops hate on me, man, I think he's Mr. Crocker
I ain't got fairly odd parents, but I always get what I want
Even with no dollars on me, all I know is stunt
Niggas I'm smokin' vibes, why don't you catch a blunt
I need the Plain Jane Patek 41
I traded a vamp rich & fame for my blood
I just watch the money fall from the sky
I watched the bitch suck my soul with no eyes
I ain't scared of death, I got nine of them left
Damn I miss my nigga Spider, he was all I had
One thing that I hate about your ass, you always in my pockets
One thing that I love about you, be that bodyody
Why don't you link the kid, we both be trending topics
I get suited up every day, just like Mr. Rogers