Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
I'm smoking that gas
Straight from the pack
I roll it, I light it, I puff, and I pass
You cannot last
My future is vast
You stuck in the past
I'm more than mcfly
The way that I shine
Demon a synonym, fall from the sky
I'm stacking up racks, hop on a jet
They calling me rookie, but bitch I'm a vet
You think I'm a friend, please think again
No I never fold
No I never bend
Tsunami my neck and my wrist
I got you some drip I could lend
I'm rocking designer
Mixing and matching the Gucci and Prada
I count up big racks, you counting up nada
You think you got ice but that shit still water
Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
Addicted to winning I'm getting a rush
Say that you hard but you just made of plush
I got the semi it's tuck
Better run you better duck
Five percent tint that I got on my truck
Rejected your call
She proceed to suck
I pass to the gang like a blunt
Jackie Chan do my own stunts
Keeping the hundreds, I'm throwing the ones
I'm sorry you're done
I do this for fun
My money is serious
Leave ya delirious
Said she bicurious
I said f*ck it lets do it for fun
The money I blew
Don't try I just do it
The money I blew it
Talk money I'm fluent
Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
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Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
I'm smoking that gas
Straight from the pack
I roll it, I light it, I puff, and I pass
You cannot last
My future is vast
You stuck in the past
I'm more than mcfly
The way that I shine
Demon a synonym, fall from the sky
I'm stacking up racks, hop on a jet
They calling me rookie, but bitch I'm a vet
You think I'm a friend, please think again
No I never fold
No I never bend
Tsunami my neck and my wrist
I got you some drip I could lend
I'm rocking designer
Mixing and matching the Gucci and Prada
I count up big racks, you counting up nada
You think you got ice but that shit still water
Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
Addicted to winning I'm getting a rush
Say that you hard but you just made of plush
I got the semi it's tuck
Better run you better duck
Five percent tint that I got on my truck
Rejected your call
She proceed to suck
I pass to the gang like a blunt
Jackie Chan do my own stunts
Keeping the hundreds, I'm throwing the ones
I'm sorry you're done
I do this for fun
My money is serious
Leave ya delirious
Said she bicurious
I said f*ck it lets do it for fun
The money I blew
Don't try I just do it
The money I blew it
Talk money I'm fluent
Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
I'm smoking that gas
Straight from the pack
I roll it, I light it, I puff, and I pass
You cannot last
My future is vast
You stuck in the past
I'm more than mcfly
The way that I shine
Demon a synonym, fall from the sky
I'm stacking up racks, hop on a jet
They calling me rookie, but bitch I'm a vet
You think I'm a friend, please think again
No I never fold
No I never bend
Tsunami my neck and my wrist
I got you some drip I could lend
I'm rocking designer
Mixing and matching the Gucci and Prada
I count up big racks, you counting up nada
You think you got ice but that shit still water
Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
Addicted to winning I'm getting a rush
Say that you hard but you just made of plush
I got the semi it's tuck
Better run you better duck
Five percent tint that I got on my truck
Rejected your call
She proceed to suck
I pass to the gang like a blunt
Jackie Chan do my own stunts
Keeping the hundreds, I'm throwing the ones
I'm sorry you're done
I do this for fun
My money is serious
Leave ya delirious
Said she bicurious
I said f*ck it lets do it for fun
The money I blew
Don't try I just do it
The money I blew it
Talk money I'm fluent
Spirit attack
F*ck with my crew leave ya body bloody on a mat
Been had the money you goofies still chasing a bag
He not your homie he talking shit behind ya back
You copy my swag, then you ask why I'm mad
Writer: Isaiah Torres
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