SPIKY BOiz

Bitch I do my dance at 99 ranch Yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yo A metaphorical wizard, a metaphorical blizzard These metaphors is better off cuffed and locked in a prison Ain't any bodies can take on antibiotics Anybody can be a body or be a homi' In the wrong position Diagnostic, I'm so high Fly on a higher octave Toxic, eyes wide staring at the apocalypse Sippin' from pearl goblets, with gold droplets The cover that I write in my tablet is all ostrich Songs of elegant psalms that I call my hostage Harmonica plays with a xylophone and pays homage Exposing fake theories in the quantum physics Jails with more blood on the floor than a Compton visit That's why I play in the clubs Lotta girls and thugs Wu-Tang, thought I was a kid the way I play with plugs Don't underestimate the power instead you should bless the cape Barbershop talk, ask around I'm in the best of baits Damn Heard you still calling a deal Your A&R went AWOL so you ain't driving for real Man down Spent your whole budget on cribs in the hills And called it work but nothing to show but a bitch You crashed out Cold bossa nova and pill That I get Going hard to dine in the yard With all them Afrobeat broads, you don't ever record I made a sacrifice around the time I couldn't afford a sack of rice So when I got it blowing like a saxophone with bad advise Tragic like a n with false perception to get the hoes excited Plus you sold the rights to all your writers spent it all on ice and No cake With all that icing What you gon do next Pawn shop pricing Rich song cuz my dick long and they drive crash Tired of you n on ya neck I'm on your ascot Proud of my n he got outta and kept his nose clean Hold my brother down I'm standing ten until my toes sting Pretty girl PG county got me in a choke I mean If she on my mind she ain't just fine she the dopamine Is she on my body call it ain't it Cause ain't I Can't get on my plane so they complaining They ain't fly Hate because their money ain't straight Pockets gay huh Fake it to they make it n AI Fuck it Shoosh (Shoosh) Trush Tell 'em Zero gang in the club (in the club) Tell 'em Wu Tang in the club (in the club) Lemonade cherry pucker up (pucker up) This world (this world) Corrupt (corrupt) But don't mean shit I fuck it up (fuck it up) Just tell me where you need a n flood (n flood) Bitch couldn't believe it was us (us) This world (this world) Corrupt (corrupt) But don't mean shit I fuck it up (fuck it up) Tell 'em Zero gang in the club Tell 'em Wu Tang in the club (in the club) Aye Lil Baby so magnetic like a door stop Tipsy off the 4th shot, Fuck a happy end I'm not the one to plot against Pissin' off the D.O.P I'm never switchin' for the lens You be rappin' for the hoes, I'ma steadfast never change the vision for these lame ass Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just posted where the cake at Batter batter batter, gunnin' for that four letter Is it mili or the mammal, your pocket in need of scandal My pocket is safe, I got no fear in my heart, I'm paid in the land of the brave She don't ever dress up but except when she go to the rave Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less It's drownin' in bass, but move in your pace I paint a picture you just spreadin' a propaganda Rocket been takin' off and she gave me a proper landing And I went thru hell and back still never sniffin' no dandruff I don't got all my answers, you livin' off advances And you takin' pride in the gimmick, Uh only for the paper will I fly into the premise Fashion nova love you cause your album full of fillers The hype done got you gassed your fans Decreasin' when it simmers, but it's not my business