SteeloGwalla - S.P.I.L. Lyrics

(Yeah)
I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I fell in love with it (Love)
I don't know that nigga I might sell him a dummy (Skrt skrt)
You know I'm taking off (Yeah) Ain't got no time for that (No no)
Gotta run that paper up (Up) Ain't no use in calling back
Dope sold money fold (Fold) Hit the road and I'm gone (Gone)
Boy stop blowing my phone (Phone) I'm finna make me a toast (Yeah)
Cause I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I fell in love with it (Love)
I don't know that nigga I might sell him a dummy (Mhmm)
La Familia Fly Familia shout out fat that's my brother (My brother)
Double F like the fendi sign we finessin forever (Forever)
Better watch that shit you say you might get but in a blender (Yeah yeah)
Played for keeps to flood my wrist and now it's changing the weather (For real)
Everyday I'm dodging cases doin the race you gotta pray for a nigga (Pray for me)
Keep that banger on my waist this shit ain't safe for a nigga (Safe for me)
Got some change and it's like everybody changed on a nigga (They done changed on me)
But who care I'm still riding my own wave on these niggas (Yeah yeah yeah)
Add it up these niggas look mad as f*ck
Flexing with that cash I'll send my young niggas to snatch it up
I don't got no type but I know my bitches bad as f*ck
If shit go bad I'm masking up
(Yeah)
I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I fell in love with it (Love)
I don't know that nigga I might sell him a dummy (Skrt skrt)
You know I'm taking off (Yeah) Ain't got no time for that (No no)
Gotta run that paper up (Up) Ain't no use in calling back
Dope sold money fold (Fold) Hit the road and I'm gone (Gone)
Boy stop blowing my phone (Phone) I'm finna make me a toast (Yeah)
Cause I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I fell in love with it (Love)
I don't know that nigga I might sell him a dummy (Mhmm)
We making moves we getting it in we turning nothing to something (Something)
We hittin lics setting trends you know that money be coming (Coming)
I'm a stack that paper to the end finessin serving these junkies
Blow that cash just like the wind get it back know I'm on it (On it)
Keep a strap you know it stay on me (On me)
F*ck that you be my opponent (Opponent)
All black that safe yeah I want it
Know I take cash from you phonies
No match my niggas stay hungry
They wash you up like you laundry (Yeah)
Send them shots through ya stomach (Stomach)
Them bullets having you vomit
And the dope sold money fold (Fold)
I be all up in these streets and I been standing ten toes (Ten toes)
Kickin shit all on the beach and I ain't stuntin these hoes (These hoes)
Might spark a stog come with a load
I'm a get some more hit the road
I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I fell in love with it (Love)
I don't know that nigga I might sell him a dummy (Skrt skrt)
You know I'm taking off (Yeah) Ain't got no time for that (No no)
Gotta run that paper up (Up) Ain't no use in calling back
Dope sold money fold (Fold) Hit the road and I'm gone (Gone)
Boy stop blowing my phone (phone) I'm finna make me a toast (Yeah)
Cause I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I fell in love with it (Love)
I don't know that nigga I might sell him a dummy (Mhmm)