Uh, uh, uh woahhh
Woaah
Alexander Spit
Peep my body every scar has a story
Peep my catalogue my bars got that glory
I'm in a spot where every dog got a shawty
I see through these snakes and every Kurt has got a Courtney
I got the troubled mind, and I got a lot to say
My check is big and my connect is just a block away
Young Spit has a thing for big cities
With the it girls who lick up my lips, come lick whiskey
