Satan spinach Lyrics

Feel like young boy eyes all out my window

Why she fucking round with some my kin folk

How you know everything I do, where do you get your info

She got mad, walked out said "Fuck you"

I said "Cool bitch, 10-4"

To keep my cool I ride round in my coupe to get away from you

I don't want yo feelings coming round, fucking my vibe up in this booth

Baby really, really

Do you think I need you, and be true

Lot of these niggas be silly, silly

Make a nigga snag a fucking tooth

Bucked up it's a killing feeling

But the come down be so ever smooth

Hanging my pride up, that's my youth

Riding round everyday with a noose

Got to put faith inside them two

Lord forgive me, for I'm a stealing villain

Ion give a fuck about yo healing

Ion give a fuck if I'm appealing

2 Guns up I ain't got no dealings

Step on shit about my feelings, ya

If it's a race bout money, bet I'm in it

Let's go, let's get it

For my birthday I just wanna meet new women

Move somewhere

Hide my face

Get away from sinning, yea

Ouu a play

Straight to the chase

This might take a minute, yea

To the face

Wood I taste

This that Satan Spinach

Rolling up and smoking, thinking fuck them hating niggas

I know who my brother's can't fake it nigga

Got to put on colors, Gwuap can't be no basic nigga

You fuck boys in trouble, y'all done let me take it nigga

Feel like I'm the chosen one, if it's a curse I break it nigga

Strong ass nigga, I walk outside my chest wind-breaking nigga

Kill the opp's with pesticide, they rats ain't faking nigga

Bitch gon' ask if I get pets inside, my dawg a snake civilian

Shit I'm cool, I can't really rest for a while I'm busy chasing millions

She told me that good dick don't do shit, she can't catch feelings

Bullshit, cause I dropped that dick now for me she paint the city

Stroke that thing so good, then she turn around I paint the titties

Put it back in, I rub that clit while I'm banging in that kitty, yea

Benjamin Franklin hundreds, I like my cash in all blue strips

Feel like a football player in my room trying to find my scripts

I don't know why I'm uh blow, I just know I am, baby girl I swear I'm different

Got this stick inside my pants, swear I'm uh blam, that's why I be limping

I don't want you on my gram lil bitch, Got damn yo ass be tipping

Casamigos sipping

I don't that round me baby, you be ego tripping

Who would've thought a bitch like you go to Ben Lippen

Feel like young boy eyes all out my window

Why she fucking round with some my kin folk

How you know everything I do, where do you get your info

She got mad, walked out said "Fuck you"

I said "Cool bitch, 10-4"

To keep my cool I ride round in my coupe to get away from you

I don't want yo feelings coming round, fucking my vibe up in this booth

You fuck boys in trouble, y'all done let me take it nigga

Feel like I'm the chosen one, if it's a curse I break it nigga

Strong ass nigga, I walk outside my chest wind-breaking nigga

Kill the opp's with pesticide, they rats ain't faking nigga

Move somewhere

Hide my face

Get away from sinning, yea

Ouu a play

Straight to the chase

This might take a minute, yea

To the face

Wood I taste

This that Satan Spinach

All fucking day I'm wasted from Satan Spinach