Spirit Central Lyrics

Spirit Central my pockets be full of fucking dead guys

You talk crazy yo squad gonna be full of fucking dead guys

Spirit Central I'm whipping this Phantom with the dead guys

Ask me can I fly her out told that hoe catch a red eye

(Trying to make a bag today)

Link with my nigga we plotting on shit

Like how the fuck we gonna make racks today

We popping on anyone smoking on everyone

We gonna get up in yo ass today

We pop at yo party we throw up some money

We making your bitch shake her ass today

He wanna save the hoe

I wanna beat the hoe

Somebody please come pass a cape

He wanna fight it out

I'm gonna strike him out

All of my niggas got a k

I go 30 for 30 when it comes to bitches

But I'd rather have some Bathing Apes

Hit the mall and we fuck it up

Broke nigga fucking up

They don't like V10 you better suck it up

(Mmmm- I'm so high I can't feel my face

I'm so high I can't feel my face I'm so high I can't feel my face)

I've been seeing demons since I was a youngin I ain't never scared

2 G19s on my hip little nigga I ain't never fear

Before I go out sad to one of you niggas I'm a shed a tear

Before I get pulled over by 12 they gonna have to chase the rear

Flocky

These hoes set you up and next thing that you know they flocking

Spanish bitch don't call me Zero she calling me papi

We thought you was rich bro you ain't even fucking popping

How come I'm still talking shit but ain't nobody stop me

Spirit Central my pockets be full of fucking dead guys

You talk crazy yo squad gonna be full of fucking dead guys

Spirit Central I'm whipping this Phantom with the dead guys

Ask me can I fly her out told that hoe catch a red eye

Spirit Central my pockets be full of fucking dead guys

You talk crazy yo squad gonna be full of fucking dead guys

Spirit Central I'm whipping this Phantom with the dead guys

Ask me can I fly her out told that hoe catch a red eye