Y.b.c - Mr.spillhimself

Damn Gangsta
Seven the fuck up
When you mentioning SpillHimself you know you could get struck by lightning real quick
I know I got opps & shit they seek for attention in my comments & shit
Shit crazy GetRight a movement but we got beef like I formed a clique
Got opp hoes up n my DM if you date a opp you only could lick
Bitches see me they on me like Snapchat
Keep a 40 on me what is combat
Shit a make you run so fast a four flat
I'm nocturnal I'm some like a fruit bat
When I throw these Dior's on my homies be saying I'm spillin' the drip
I'm dressed like a stain you try some in my draws i'm clutchin' tha grip
After I drill a opp you know my bro at the top of the street Ina whip
Since i'm in all yo songs by the end of the fall I'm sinking yo ship
Yung Burna got me talkin' crazy
Walk on every beat like I'm Baby
I met this lul bitch name Mercedes
She come ova you know she gone taste me
Me & 4orty be trippin' don't know how to act
When I pour the act it keep me relaxed
I told my bitch keep that pussy intact
This drug money no cards got cracked
Show her bread I bet she get naked
What they gone do wit me when I'm famous
I'ma fry they ass up like some bacon
Mr.Spill I'm so underrated
When you mentioning SpillHimself you know you could get struck by lightning real quick
I know I got opps & shit they seek for attention in my comments & shit
Shit crazy GetRight a movement but we got beef like I formed a clique
Got opp hoes up n my DM if you date a opp you only could lick
Soon as I wake up I get brought up by niggas & hoes
This dick make bitches act up they get me caught up like my name is show
This money make niggas talk shit you hating you lil pussy lil nigga you bold
Ain't no turning back this the life that I chose
I'm touching that green touching dough dis yoppa on me make em fold
When you walk up on me hope you coming correct
For Y.B.C you'll get stretched
GetRight no we could Neva get checked
Don't take off yuh draws gimme neck
Right now I'm not beat for yuh sex
After I burst out get me dressed
We torture every opp lemme know who next
Baped out said I look like a check
Drug money got me feeling like Chapo
Asbury Park you know I'm top bro
I stuff my opps in gelato
Try to act dumb I'm pushing yuh taco
GetRight or GetLeft the motto
That stick on me wherever I go
I'm too valuable I can not go
I'm wit a bitch from the south like mulatto
When you mentioning spill himself you know you could get struck with lightning real quick
I know I got opps & shit they seek for attention in my comments & shit
Shit crazy GetRight a movement but we got beef like I formed a clique
Got opp hoes up n my DM if you date a opp u only could lick
You only could lick bitch
You only could lick
You can't even
Y'all know what's going on

Writers: Kasaan Clarke

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