Let It Spray!

[Intro]
Aye
I’m gonna give 20 bucks to the first person that can guess this sample
What up?
Except for mol$ (I fucking love this song)
He probably knows it
Anyways (Ned Bigby, that's me!)

[Chorus]
Like, you a bitch-ass hoe
Run up on you, snap like KitKat
Tell me how Nesley get his wrist shine like that?
This fast, yuh
The bread all on me, need a big bag
How the fuck you talk yo’ shit on me?
You an enemy, I’ma let it spray
I’m with his bitch and she drinking me like I’m lemonade
I just busted enough bitch I will not fade today
And you’ve been talking down on me, but you are made to pay
And bitch I’m getting paid

[Verse]
Aye, balls hang out more than your dick
I’m with the flop
Big gang, we pull up with that clip
And when i put the semiauto at your bro, he gon’ dip
I shared a pic of your bitch
Then she DM'd me her tits
And then she’s been looking longer than Lil Nas X’s dick pics
I said it twice, Acab, Lil Nesley hates pigs
And when I said it, bitch I meant it
Why you thinking it’s cap?
Bitch I know what I said, and I would never redact
I just want a reaction when I step on this mic-ee
That little broke-ass boy, gonna get mad and fight me
I’m always beefing for the LOL's
And talking for the LMAO's
But I ain’t doing first I like to watch ’em run they big mouth
And then they call me first
And then they ask for verse
And when I tell ’em, “Hell naw”, they gon’ fuckin’ burst
I made it out the shit ’round here
My music like a cold one
You pass it around and round and get everybody hooked up
But I got white bitches, black bitches
Ivory, ebony
I’m a monster
Predictable but random like my music fucking Tom Scott
Simping for some pussy turns you to a fucking meth head
Lil’ bitch, are you good? or do I gotta make your deathbed?
Fucking up my homie’ life like you don’t even own that
Shit talking my music but my plays, they make you dumb mad
And if the AK coming out it’s making [?], it go, "Gratata"
And I’m sorry ’bout your cats, but your name is fucking-

[Chorus]
Like, you a bitch-ass hoe
Run up on you, snap like KitKat
Tell me how Nesley get his wrist shine like that?
This fast, yuh
The bread all on me, need a big bag
How the fuck you talk yo’ shit on me?
You an enemy, I’ma let it spray
I’m with his bitch and she drinking me like I’m lemonade
I just busted enough bitch I will not fade today
And you’ve been talking down on me, but you are made to pay
And bitch I’m getting paid