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Spooky

 

Spooky


(AXL...)
Hey!
Ayy

He turned his back on gang for a lil' small change, that boy is a sellout
I go on private planes, go right to the stage, and the shows all sell out
Life is a movie, still in the shooting, my brothers and we never fell out
Pull up in spooky, them bitches eyes get wide like get out
She wipe me down like Boosie after I get in her mind, 'ight I'ma head out
Feel like Biggie with the Coogi, big body leave with all the ho's from the let out
All these toys and tools, when we see the boys in blue, see six we yell out
If the boy confused, my shooter don't let shit slide, he letting the lead out

Getting greasy on them, Broadie told me never take it easy on them
Get the chicken like Fridays, set him straight, he was talking on sideways
30s gonna hunt you down, big straps they'll punch you out
All they do is run they mouth, send brother, "Go calm that down"
More cheques clearing up in the checkings
I got a whole lotta blessings
Got a cheque, started moving too reckless
Nigga, you should've invested
If it's static, then we tryna go wet shit
We tryna send you a message
Shit got hot, and them niggas was stressing, started chatting with detectives
I'm in Lint, up in my section, mixing D'USSÉ in my beverage
Drive the whip, like it's a stoley, niggas really from the trenches
Hood fave, my city love me like I went and won the election
She got ass, ain't got no figures, they just groupies, they not with us
Shit get spooky

He turned his back on gang for a lil' small change, that boy is a sellout
I go on private planes, go right to the stage, and the shows all sell out
Life is a movie, still in the shooting, my brothers and we never fell out
Pull up in spooky, them bitches eyes get wide like get out
She wipe me down like Boosie after I get in her mind, 'ight, I'ma head out
Feel like Biggie with the Coogi, big body leave with all the ho's from the let out
All these toys and tools, when we see the boys in blue, see six we yell out
If the boy confused, my shooter don't let shit slide, he letting the lead out

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