Spider Bang

[Intro]
(They gon' feel this one)
Make shit bang
Fuck that, we tryna bang, yeah (Bah-bah, baow)

[Verse 1]
Money over all these hoes breathin' (Breathin')
Shitted on while I was broke and that gave me more reason (Oh, oh) to step on niggas throats
Up that taxes on that dope (Huh?)
I got straps around the house and I got packs all on the floor (Yeah)
Bitch, we slide like credit cards before they max 'em out (Ha)
They book a show, I pack it out (It's out)
Can't put us out, my junkies own the houses we be trappin' out (Bah, the fuck you talking 'bout?)
Got distribution deals for thеm M's, some shit to brag about (Brag)
My opps really dyin' back-to-back, that shit they rap about (Huh?)
You know shе fuckin' Lu', she got a spider tatted (She got that spider tatted)
Got that ass movin' on that dick like she hyperactive (Boom, boom, yeah)
But the kid, it ain't his, like he Michael Jackson (Yeah, yeah)
Let me shoot my kids on her chin, oh, I like 'em nasty (Oh, I like 'em nasty)
That lil' bitch that you be cuffin', that's my cum bucket (That's my cum bucket)
She hit ignore and call back after she done suckin' (Bitch)
I'm countin' up and thinkin' 'bout the drop that I'ma purchase for the summer (Skrrt)
I need twenty for a verse and I ain't working with your numbers (Fuck I look like doing?)
She think I'ma buy a Birkin, must be full of Perky's (Them Perky's)
I just feed that ho some Church's (For real?), told her, "Thank you for your service" (Oh, yeah)
Tried to put her lips on me (Mwah), I don't kiss, bitch, I'm allergic (No)
Pussy got some grip on it, dive deep, dick in her cervix (Yeah, in her cervix)

[Chorus]
Like, it ain't no gravity, bitch, we run it up
Get yo' money up (Get yo' money up)
Bitch, you can't fuck with me, just to sum it up (Just to sum it up)
I just ran a hundred up (A hundred up), did that shit in three days (Yeah)
Lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it's my B-day (Oh, yeah)
If he ain't spinnin' Spider Gang, I don't fuck with the DJ (No)
No, I can't love her, that lil' pussy got more miles than a freeway (Skrrt)
I’m thuggin', I can't even lie, I keep all my hoes in line
Keep a switch up on me everyday like it's my favorite clothing line (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

[Verse 2]
Mister officer, come and get your ho off us (Off-off)
A lot water on my throat (Oh) like it's Ozarker (Ozar)
Stuffin' blues in my pocket, thick as Nikki Parker (Let's go)
Lotta lean in this coffee cup, this ain't no Starbucks (No, no)
No, got a cake bakin' for the opps (Why? Why?)
Slidin' like Bay Bay with this Glock, but this ain't no dance for TikTok (Yeah)
Do it the eight way, bitch, don't play with me, I ain't your playmate (Nah)
This bitch boomin', one-stop shop, every day a payday (I'm rich)

[Chorus]
Like, it ain't no gravity, bitch, we run it up
Get yo' money up
Bitch, you can't fuck with me, just to sum it up (Just to sum it up)
I just ran a hundred up (A hundred up), did that shit in three days (Yeah)
Lit like birthday candles, ready to blow like it's my B-day (Oh, yeah)
If he ain't spinnin' Spider Gang, I don't fuck with the DJ (No)
No, I can't love her, that lil' pussy got more miles than a freeway (Skrrt)
I’m thuggin', I can't even lie, I keep all my hoes in line
Keep a switch up on me everyday like it's my favorite clothing line (Line)

[Outro]
I got hoes lined up like it's a jigga train
Lit a web for that pussy, he ain't Spider Gang
And it ain't no copin' please, bitch, we tryna bang
Brrt, brrt, bitch, we tryna bang