What you sellin'
Niggas always say they got that za, I'm tryna smell it
I be sellin' lows for the high, I need eleven
Coughin' off the bag, it's the chronic, I'm inhalin
I be treatin' niggas like my son, but I ain't devin
She gon' throw the pussy all on me, cause I ain't tellin
Nigga, you ain't gettin' to a bag, then you feel it
I ain't trippin', bout no petty shit, best believe it
Get it from the bay, I'ma sell this shit in Cleveland
Plug said he finna throw them bows, I'm goin' deep then
I'ma pop a nigga if he try to f*ckin' reach it
I don't deal with leeches, blood suckin' hethens
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't care what you preachin
I can show you how to get a bag, I'm good at teachin
The first time I seen a hundred men, I got to tweak it
It was hard for me to blink then, I just let it sink in
I just started thinkin', I just had to get in
Gio, I need you on this beat, yeah, I need ten din
Don't invite me to no weak shit, I ain't attendin
Broke nigga told me tap in, I felt offended
Nigga, is you kiddin'? I'm wearin' shoes you couldn't fit in
Ballin' on these niggas, I treat this rap shit like a scrimmage
Bitch, if I ever look your way, it's a privilege
They threw me in the jungle, I'm tryna come back with a million
You want me to pay attention, you gotta pay me
I don't feel like seein' you, I got a lazy ass
Cartier shades on, I don't see you, son
That nigga broke, get his ass a cast
My Jimmy got a rocket, bitch, he don't even blast it
His ass a trick, and he don't know magic
Why you share that firin' pen and attach the switch
Caught his ass live streamin' and made him twitch
Nigga got shot on live, that's a screenshot
Nigga try to touch my ice, he gon' feel the heat
I don't care if you got heart, you can still get beat
He gon' ride in this shit flat
Beat, beat, his ass a goner
Investin' his time in dissin' mine, now he ain't makin' back
His wife a black widow, cause he was dissin' on the web
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Dissin' on the web
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Dissin' on the web
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
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What you sellin'
Niggas always say they got that za, I'm tryna smell it
I be sellin' lows for the high, I need eleven
Coughin' off the bag, it's the chronic, I'm inhalin
I be treatin' niggas like my son, but I ain't devin
She gon' throw the pussy all on me, cause I ain't tellin
Nigga, you ain't gettin' to a bag, then you feel it
I ain't trippin', bout no petty shit, best believe it
Get it from the bay, I'ma sell this shit in Cleveland
Plug said he finna throw them bows, I'm goin' deep then
I'ma pop a nigga if he try to f*ckin' reach it
I don't deal with leeches, blood suckin' hethens
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't care what you preachin
I can show you how to get a bag, I'm good at teachin
The first time I seen a hundred men, I got to tweak it
It was hard for me to blink then, I just let it sink in
I just started thinkin', I just had to get in
Gio, I need you on this beat, yeah, I need ten din
Don't invite me to no weak shit, I ain't attendin
Broke nigga told me tap in, I felt offended
Nigga, is you kiddin'? I'm wearin' shoes you couldn't fit in
Ballin' on these niggas, I treat this rap shit like a scrimmage
Bitch, if I ever look your way, it's a privilege
They threw me in the jungle, I'm tryna come back with a million
You want me to pay attention, you gotta pay me
I don't feel like seein' you, I got a lazy ass
Cartier shades on, I don't see you, son
That nigga broke, get his ass a cast
My Jimmy got a rocket, bitch, he don't even blast it
His ass a trick, and he don't know magic
Why you share that firin' pen and attach the switch
Caught his ass live streamin' and made him twitch
Nigga got shot on live, that's a screenshot
Nigga try to touch my ice, he gon' feel the heat
I don't care if you got heart, you can still get beat
He gon' ride in this shit flat
Beat, beat, his ass a goner
Investin' his time in dissin' mine, now he ain't makin' back
His wife a black widow, cause he was dissin' on the web
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Dissin' on the web
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Dissin' on the web
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Niggas always say they got that za, I'm tryna smell it
I be sellin' lows for the high, I need eleven
Coughin' off the bag, it's the chronic, I'm inhalin
I be treatin' niggas like my son, but I ain't devin
She gon' throw the pussy all on me, cause I ain't tellin
Nigga, you ain't gettin' to a bag, then you feel it
I ain't trippin', bout no petty shit, best believe it
Get it from the bay, I'ma sell this shit in Cleveland
Plug said he finna throw them bows, I'm goin' deep then
I'ma pop a nigga if he try to f*ckin' reach it
I don't deal with leeches, blood suckin' hethens
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't care what you preachin
I can show you how to get a bag, I'm good at teachin
The first time I seen a hundred men, I got to tweak it
It was hard for me to blink then, I just let it sink in
I just started thinkin', I just had to get in
Gio, I need you on this beat, yeah, I need ten din
Don't invite me to no weak shit, I ain't attendin
Broke nigga told me tap in, I felt offended
Nigga, is you kiddin'? I'm wearin' shoes you couldn't fit in
Ballin' on these niggas, I treat this rap shit like a scrimmage
Bitch, if I ever look your way, it's a privilege
They threw me in the jungle, I'm tryna come back with a million
You want me to pay attention, you gotta pay me
I don't feel like seein' you, I got a lazy ass
Cartier shades on, I don't see you, son
That nigga broke, get his ass a cast
My Jimmy got a rocket, bitch, he don't even blast it
His ass a trick, and he don't know magic
Why you share that firin' pen and attach the switch
Caught his ass live streamin' and made him twitch
Nigga got shot on live, that's a screenshot
Nigga try to touch my ice, he gon' feel the heat
I don't care if you got heart, you can still get beat
He gon' ride in this shit flat
Beat, beat, his ass a goner
Investin' his time in dissin' mine, now he ain't makin' back
His wife a black widow, cause he was dissin' on the web
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Dissin' on the web
Okay, okay, Spiderman
Dissin' on the web
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Writer: Giovanni Rasheed
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid