Yeah
I don't why these bitch ass niggas think they waaay better then me
When you look at their catalogs and look at mines, it'll tell you why
I don't even gotta talk about that shit these niggas is hoes man
Real talk man
I ain't even got to expose niggas you can look at em and you smell em man
If shit don't smell right then them niggas is trash period
Wonder why these bitch ass niggas still out here
And real niggas die them the ones we fear
Everytime we leave the house the guns is near
Losing ass streak at home you coach thibs
Fire yo ass like a end of a blunt
Anywhere I'm at boa the women gone come
Skirts shorter than the wimbolton sun the moon wanna smoke
Smoke me under tables? Nah nigga you a f*cking joke
Bitch ass rappers boa I can't wait to clap em boa
F*ck rapping you should be a actress boa
Attacking the noise the noise is the radio
The radio steady getting ready for me to send em heavy blows
Cock-eyed nigga you still look like fetti wop in ya clothes
Fresh sneakers on wherever I go
I'm the only rappers in Chicago that's rapping with all of the legends
The catalog make you look like a pheasant
Niggas that's musty gone always be second
Maybe last place we in the hallway with the essence
They still taking Spencer for granted
Taking advantage of the eggs when they scrambling pimping and pandering managed
A nigga mannish so fondle on my lady thigh
She keep a nigga hand cuz I really wanna blaze the 5
The best way to cheat death is to stay alive
Niggas I'm Firing low plus I'm staying high, shidd
Take a ride get the haze inside now I got glazy eyes
Maybe I... feel all the love when they hate the guy
The big picture without bi focus the bubble view
Long as ya smell good the chicks love to hug on you
You thug ass niggas wanna change the score because we fresh
Not only we chasing these dollars we out here stealing connects
Vic Spencer the weak rapper nah I defeat rappers
Put yo ass 8 feet deep faster
Pussy
Namsayn? Yeah
I ain't even gotta do much man
This is a psychological cheat sheet
Nuts
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Yeah
I don't why these bitch ass niggas think they waaay better then me
When you look at their catalogs and look at mines, it'll tell you why
I don't even gotta talk about that shit these niggas is hoes man
Real talk man
I ain't even got to expose niggas you can look at em and you smell em man
If shit don't smell right then them niggas is trash period
Wonder why these bitch ass niggas still out here
And real niggas die them the ones we fear
Everytime we leave the house the guns is near
Losing ass streak at home you coach thibs
Fire yo ass like a end of a blunt
Anywhere I'm at boa the women gone come
Skirts shorter than the wimbolton sun the moon wanna smoke
Smoke me under tables? Nah nigga you a f*cking joke
Bitch ass rappers boa I can't wait to clap em boa
F*ck rapping you should be a actress boa
Attacking the noise the noise is the radio
The radio steady getting ready for me to send em heavy blows
Cock-eyed nigga you still look like fetti wop in ya clothes
Fresh sneakers on wherever I go
I'm the only rappers in Chicago that's rapping with all of the legends
The catalog make you look like a pheasant
Niggas that's musty gone always be second
Maybe last place we in the hallway with the essence
They still taking Spencer for granted
Taking advantage of the eggs when they scrambling pimping and pandering managed
A nigga mannish so fondle on my lady thigh
She keep a nigga hand cuz I really wanna blaze the 5
The best way to cheat death is to stay alive
Niggas I'm Firing low plus I'm staying high, shidd
Take a ride get the haze inside now I got glazy eyes
Maybe I... feel all the love when they hate the guy
The big picture without bi focus the bubble view
Long as ya smell good the chicks love to hug on you
You thug ass niggas wanna change the score because we fresh
Not only we chasing these dollars we out here stealing connects
Vic Spencer the weak rapper nah I defeat rappers
Put yo ass 8 feet deep faster
Pussy
Namsayn? Yeah
I ain't even gotta do much man
This is a psychological cheat sheet
Nuts
I don't why these bitch ass niggas think they waaay better then me
When you look at their catalogs and look at mines, it'll tell you why
I don't even gotta talk about that shit these niggas is hoes man
Real talk man
I ain't even got to expose niggas you can look at em and you smell em man
If shit don't smell right then them niggas is trash period
Wonder why these bitch ass niggas still out here
And real niggas die them the ones we fear
Everytime we leave the house the guns is near
Losing ass streak at home you coach thibs
Fire yo ass like a end of a blunt
Anywhere I'm at boa the women gone come
Skirts shorter than the wimbolton sun the moon wanna smoke
Smoke me under tables? Nah nigga you a f*cking joke
Bitch ass rappers boa I can't wait to clap em boa
F*ck rapping you should be a actress boa
Attacking the noise the noise is the radio
The radio steady getting ready for me to send em heavy blows
Cock-eyed nigga you still look like fetti wop in ya clothes
Fresh sneakers on wherever I go
I'm the only rappers in Chicago that's rapping with all of the legends
The catalog make you look like a pheasant
Niggas that's musty gone always be second
Maybe last place we in the hallway with the essence
They still taking Spencer for granted
Taking advantage of the eggs when they scrambling pimping and pandering managed
A nigga mannish so fondle on my lady thigh
She keep a nigga hand cuz I really wanna blaze the 5
The best way to cheat death is to stay alive
Niggas I'm Firing low plus I'm staying high, shidd
Take a ride get the haze inside now I got glazy eyes
Maybe I... feel all the love when they hate the guy
The big picture without bi focus the bubble view
Long as ya smell good the chicks love to hug on you
You thug ass niggas wanna change the score because we fresh
Not only we chasing these dollars we out here stealing connects
Vic Spencer the weak rapper nah I defeat rappers
Put yo ass 8 feet deep faster
Pussy
Namsayn? Yeah
I ain't even gotta do much man
This is a psychological cheat sheet
Nuts
Writer: Victor Spencer
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