Spitball Lyrics

Thirty carrots on like I'm the shit

It would be yo best decision to turn around and be a bitch

She was talking for a minute now she sucking on my dick

Got the pack up in the trunk got so much pollen make you sick

I would eat my last words while I was thumbing thru a brick

Bro just went and caught a case he turned around and hit a lick

It would be yo best decision to turn around and don't say shit

Only money on my mind spitball we get em flicked

Only twenty one but I can't help that I'm the shit

Always saying what I won't but never saying what I did

Always say you getting money where the hell you working lids

You been broke then get yo bag up I'm a winner I admit

Every time I hop up on the beat then it's a hit

They been lacking on the goals when all you need to do's commit

She can't get her way I know she finna go and throw a fit

I can't fuck wit none of them cause they be steady counterfeit

People switching quicker than a clock

I might send them birds at you they gone pull up wit a flock

I just took another addi wonder when it's finna knock

Gotta catch em all bitch I'm getting hoes like I was Brock

Thirty carrots on like I'm the shit

It would be yo best decision to turn around and be a bitch

She was talking for a minute now she sucking on my dick

Got the pack up in the trunk got so much pollen make you sick

I would eat my last words while I was thumbing thru a brick

Bro just went and caught a case he turned around and hit a lick

It would be yo best decision to turn around and don't say shit

Only money on my mind spitball we get em flicked

First I beat it up then I'm getting to the cake

Know it's getting tough so all these suckas finna break

I can't fuck with him if he a rat then ima snake

I'm always thinking bout all of this money ima make

Bro gone pull up see some shit you know that he gone take

Said he buying crypto put some money on a stake

Aye bitch I'm shaking shit up like a quake

All this money that I'm trynna get I'm finna need a rake uhh

I don't really care bout no reputation

Brodie keep it locked we keeping close relations

I just copped another pack I'm finna throw it in rotation

My life's a roller coaster call it final destination

Took a month to go and cook like 20 songs straight out the basement

I don't even know what's in my blunt like someone laced it

When it's all set it done they gone be talking bout who made it

Pink Runtz bitch my eyes sit lower than a Asians

Thirty carrots on like I'm the shit

It would be yo best decision to turn around and be a bitch

She was talking for a minute now she sucking on my dick

Got the pack up in the trunk got so much pollen make you sick

I would eat my last words while I was thumbing thru a brick

Bro just went and caught a case he turned around and hit a lick

It would be yo best decision to turn around and don't say shit

Only money on my mind spitball we get em flicked