Spit At ‘Em

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up)
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em (Dig)
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em

I got the bag, it's on me for sure
I ain't got time to focus on hoes
Niggas ain't with it
They really gon' die over clothes
I got a opp in the city
I'm keeping it close
I'm gonna pop at your bitty
You dissing my bro
I know that I'm lit and they biting my flow
They like termites the way these
Boys biting my flow put a 'Wood in the air
You know I want thе smoke
I'm like a chimney, bitch, I want thе smoke
I'm like the fire chief, I want the smoke
Seen 'em on IG, they tryna provoke
I seen your paperwork
Your street card revoked it's cold outside
I keep the heat in my coat
These bitches on me like a motherfucking coat
I'm covered in green, I feel like the Hulk
She just want sex and wan' fight all my hoes

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up, dig)
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em

I take the Glock and go get 'em
I need some birds, about ten of 'em
She just got her some new titties
I'm feeling 'em
And that was your bitch, well I'm sorry
She hit at 'em
I got a Uzi, I'm killing 'em
Sorry, was never a friend of 'em
I jump on the stage
My chain swing like a pendulum
She started to go crazy, go crazy on Ritalin
It's a race to the moon
It's a race to the moon stop fitting in
And the stars are aligned
It feel like a coincidence

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up)
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em (Dig)
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em

If the police behind me
I'm grabbing the dope and I tell my
Lil' baby to sit on it
I put the flame on the Pyrex
I had to rock the work up
Like I'm putting cement on it
Fuck-nigga I know where you stay
I'ma lurk where
You live, if you get out of line
I'ma spin on you
I'm in the SRT but they ain't see me when
I slid 'cause I put the tint on it
Yeah, I a homi', you say you a shooter
We can go body for body
I send the dope to North Memphis like Gotti
At the show fucking bitches
In the port-a-potty i'm from Ethiopia
I'm Ethiopian but I got shooters
Way deep in Somalia
I've been collecting choppas on me
That's a hobby if you run up on me
You'll get left in the lobby

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Kayoh, cook it up)
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I get the bag, now I'm lit
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em (Dig)
I see a opp then I spit at 'em
They tryna be friends
I'm tryna go get at 'em