FLEAU - SPICE (feat. Kermode Zay, Rob Buck, Patsin, Jae, Lil EZ & CDUB336) Lyrics

(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
Yo I'm sittin' tryna think of some shit I could spit
To make this song right here a hit, and maybe then I could get
A little money in my pocket and some jackets that fit
Couple more horses in my engine whinin' "f*ck y'all I'm rich"
You would think I was a boxer all the ice on my wrists (water)
She tried to ask how I was feelin', I said nice as a bitch
Kermode Zay I'm one the greats, don't get no colder than this (brrr)
And you would think I fought Avenger's, all the stones on my fists (uh, Mr. Stark)
And while we're here I wanna take this time to say, "f*ck Drake"
That man been a f*ckin' cornball since 2008 (call me on my cellphone)
Just took yo baby ma, made that girl my new bitch
Now we makin' movies at the crib, you would think I'm Stanley Kubrick (action)
Now I'm all up in that mouth like a f*ckin' toothepick
Now you really just don't get it like a cube made by Rubik's (man how the f*ck you solve this thing)
They always ask me Zay, "why you gotta be so ruthless?"
Got my bars stuck up in your ears like some motherf*cking q-tips (ayyy)
I feel the spice in my veins out in the desert of Arrakis, I'm eating cactus (cottonmouth)
I'm lost in Wonderland with yo bitch Alice (in ya bitch)
'Bouta drink out of a chalice while she shake her Gluteus Maximus (booty)
It's a fallacy the way you think you f*ckers bear no malice yuh (shake it, shake it)
The Harkonnen's some headass motherf*ckers, you remind me of them (Harkonnen head ass motherf*cka)
Off a benzo, I'm tweaking sike
I keep my mind at ease with chemical bonds, covalent compounds with your bitch
It's not the end if she want me more, but I guess that be the sitch
Bene Gesserit witch is what I say when she run up on me (you a witch)
Bitches be distracting me when I'm tryna cop the Arrakis fief (lil bitch)
Yeah let me feather the edges up in PhotoShop before we chief (click click, click click)
Catch me pedalin' on my bicycle this Summer out in the heat (ah)
We stackin' meat at Chipotle, f*ck a recipe (f*ck a recipe)
We frackin' Mother Earth up, we the enemy (you my enemy)
Attackin' any headass f*cker that don't agree with me (don't agree with me)
Shmackin' Rick, let 'er rip on the count of three (count of three)
I don't f*ck with no hoes, I'm always beatin' my meat (what?)
Get so high that when I sit it's like I'm up in a tree
I won't follow anybody 'less they followin' me (nope)
I'm steady winnin' so by logic that means you in defeat
They look to me as the motherf*cker they wanna be (they wanna be me)
When I smoke it's like Obama won't be able to see (shhh)
The pack so gas that when you smoke it it'll stick to your teeth
My lungs are filled up to the brim I just be tryna breathe
When I'm booted up there's not a soul who stoppin' me (strapped)
Smokin's in my diet for the soul food properties (mmm)
The way I'm sleepin' with bitches is like a highway robbery
Give a f*ck about your L, a foreign atrocity
Suckin' down the smoke like a f*cking vacuum (rrrmm)
One of twelve goats like my name is Matthew
If you're in my way then you will get ran through
They freeze within my presence like a f*cking statue
Ask me why I'm f*ckin' up a bag, they said it's innocent
Ask me why the trunk is in the front like where the engine is
I'm just getting in, I'm sittin' in another Cullinan
Had to stunt I did another front 'cause I'm too generous
Wait until they see where I be livin' in the crib I'm in
Wait until they lookin' at my wrist again, it's glistenin'
I don't know why she messaging, she wanna hit again
She just always arguing, I gotta be the bigger man yuh
I said I gotta be the bigger man yuh
I got runners now, I don't have to pick a gram up
I'm a standout, pull up in the Black Phantom
I'm in South Korea now but I'm still countin' bands up
Aye, and we back again
Yeah we roll in the Wraith all black we in
It's a house beat, yeah you know Fred again..
It's a house beat, yeah like Fred again..
I pull up in a whip, this an ornithopter
Got a pack of sand-worms they my only shotta's
Yuh, and it's like only commas that I see in my bank accounts
Yuh, and we back again
Yeah we roll in the Wraith all black we in
It's a house beat, yeah you know Fred again..
It's a house beat, yeah like Fred again..
And we hit again
I'm keepin' hoes on me
Like a wallet on a chain
Or Batman on Cain or a runner in the rain
My hoes be loyal
But I'm runnin' back to my pain
Yeah I keep it on me like a wallet on a chain
I got bands after bands
And I'm sittin' on change
While they stackin' up big
But the change feels strange
Metal versus paper, what's the kind of strange you tryna chase
Seeking love or loyalty
While they stackin' up now I'm sittin' on chains
Keep your wallet on a chain
Keep my wallet on a chain
Stackin' paper keeping change
That's all I got (I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
My mouth feel like the desert of Arrakis
Yeah my mouth feel like the desert of Arrakis yuh
Mouth f*cking feels like the deserts of Arrakis yeah
My mouth drier than a f*cking desert on Arrakis FUCK