The Spook Lyrics

Imma different nigga when I'm sippin onnat Act

ACT

Ayy, we bomb shit like it's Baghdad

Told him if we miss a nigga spin the block and backtrack

Niggaz grown and beefin' on da net? Thought we was past dat

Niggaz say I'm gettin to the money, man that's all facts

A nigga eva say he caught me lackin', then that's all cap

Goons posted at this nigga crib, where yo ass at

Nigga tried to play me like a joke, I got da last laugh

Tired of talking bro im really gon' do this shit

I'm sick of repeating the words I'm gon' do this shit

And you might catch me off the grid but I'm too legit

And Stacey boutta bring her white friends on sum Clueless shit

If you ain't get that, here's a clue, you clueless, then

I'm Wit bro, hoes on the floor, and it's two of dem

But the other finna fold on some choosin' shit

So I told the first bring her mouth on sum foolish shit

Bitch I hang wit hooligans, so ion hit a lot a parties

Get drunk, nigga might fuck around and pull the blick

And you know they instigate like

What you finna to do to him

33 in that 17, man thassa ruler clip

No, she ain't got no self esteem, but she cute as shit

Cheese looking green but when I spread it out it's bluer, bitch

And boi, I treat my cheese same way Mansa Musa did

They aint gon neva know how much a nigga really had

Imma pass dat rock yea, yea rock like I'm Steve Nash

But I'll shoot that bih, too! Like boy I'm still Nash

Thirty K in blues got her wet, cause it's real cash

Imma still pass on yo' tape cause it's real ass

Shot him in the stomach like my ammo was digestible

Blick in my jeans so it's easily accessible

They really try to put the realest niggaz in correctional

Ion obey the law cuz that shit is unethical

Suit on, fresh cut, buffs on, dreads up

Steady chasin' hoes, nigga, first get yo bread up

Nigga talkin' too wet, He gon get wet up

PUNCH NEXT UP TO THE SPOT NIGGA, CHECK UP

PUT IT IN THE DUFFLE BAG, Five K be lookin' real cute, all hunnids man

Roll it in a rubberband

Shawty want another chance, I already done fucked in the backseat of the suburban

So go consult my brother, man

Fucking wit the wrong game, nigga you ain't like dat

You fucking wit the right pack of goons, y'need an ice pack

The way that I be runnin' plays I deserve a Heisman

Niggaz see me and get Spooked like the White man