Niggas don't f*ck with me, but stay watchin' my shit
Yeah, I'm still f*ckin' y'all bitch, and I'm still countin' chips
My uncle knew his pimps, how you think I broke y'all bitch
Young and I'm lit, she on my dick, cause I'm rich
Before I had a top, I had a pump goin' on hits
Before I was serving, breakin' in houses, hittin' licks
I don't even f*ck with y'all niggas, man, I'm eight-off
I ain't leavin' the crib, and you ain't talkin' bout a payoff
Craig ass nigga, how you get fired on your day off
My ass ain't call me nigga, yeah, you know I'm bout to take off
In another nigga's city, I'm just tryna get this weight off
Sippin' on this syrup, you'd think I had a bad cough
Nigga got too close, up the pole, told him, bag off
Your life for these buffs sound like an even trade-off
His body got nine hoes, like the lil' nigga played golf
Postin' your cash app on the gram, beggin' like a stray dog
Chasin' that bitch, but I might do a light jog
He tried to play tough, now he outlined in white chalk
Steady on my grind, and the nickname be Tony Hawk
I ain't even rappin, lil' nigga, this is Spice Talk
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Niggas don't f*ck with me, but stay watchin' my shit
Yeah, I'm still f*ckin' y'all bitch, and I'm still countin' chips
My uncle knew his pimps, how you think I broke y'all bitch
Young and I'm lit, she on my dick, cause I'm rich
Before I had a top, I had a pump goin' on hits
Before I was serving, breakin' in houses, hittin' licks
I don't even f*ck with y'all niggas, man, I'm eight-off
I ain't leavin' the crib, and you ain't talkin' bout a payoff
Craig ass nigga, how you get fired on your day off
My ass ain't call me nigga, yeah, you know I'm bout to take off
In another nigga's city, I'm just tryna get this weight off
Sippin' on this syrup, you'd think I had a bad cough
Nigga got too close, up the pole, told him, bag off
Your life for these buffs sound like an even trade-off
His body got nine hoes, like the lil' nigga played golf
Postin' your cash app on the gram, beggin' like a stray dog
Chasin' that bitch, but I might do a light jog
He tried to play tough, now he outlined in white chalk
Steady on my grind, and the nickname be Tony Hawk
I ain't even rappin, lil' nigga, this is Spice Talk
Yeah, I'm still f*ckin' y'all bitch, and I'm still countin' chips
My uncle knew his pimps, how you think I broke y'all bitch
Young and I'm lit, she on my dick, cause I'm rich
Before I had a top, I had a pump goin' on hits
Before I was serving, breakin' in houses, hittin' licks
I don't even f*ck with y'all niggas, man, I'm eight-off
I ain't leavin' the crib, and you ain't talkin' bout a payoff
Craig ass nigga, how you get fired on your day off
My ass ain't call me nigga, yeah, you know I'm bout to take off
In another nigga's city, I'm just tryna get this weight off
Sippin' on this syrup, you'd think I had a bad cough
Nigga got too close, up the pole, told him, bag off
Your life for these buffs sound like an even trade-off
His body got nine hoes, like the lil' nigga played golf
Postin' your cash app on the gram, beggin' like a stray dog
Chasin' that bitch, but I might do a light jog
He tried to play tough, now he outlined in white chalk
Steady on my grind, and the nickname be Tony Hawk
I ain't even rappin, lil' nigga, this is Spice Talk
Writer: Earl Hammond
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