Spidergirl

[Intro]
Ten
Lookin' like revenge (Montage, you a fool, boy)
Goin' in (Goin' in)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Baby girl hundred out of ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Steppin' out, you lookin' like revenge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't even tryna make amends (Yeah, yeah, yeah), damn
You ain't even tryna make no friends

[Post-Chorus]
Tell me what it is, I'm tryna swing your way
You runnin' through my mind, like every single day
We up at [?], we poppin' champagne
Caught in your web and I can't gеt away

[Verse 1]
She just want some good and some satisfaction
I can't play no fucking gamе, baby, why you actin'?
Takin' home the chip, baby, I'm the captain
Love when I slap that ass, hit it from the back end
Damn, baby off that dome, yeah, she got a wagon
I ain't rollin' with no bums, all my niggas stackin'
Tax them niggas somethin' for some 750s
Told that bitch, "You better here, you better with me"
Call us Big Willie, bitch, we gettin' jiggy
The situation like my weed, bitch, it's really sticky
Girl, this ain't no make-believe, you just really pretty
Tryna post up in the Benzie while we count the Benjies

[Chorus]
Baby girl hundred out of ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Steppin' out, you lookin' like revenge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't even tryna make amends (Yeah, yeah, yeah), damn
You ain't even tryna make no friends

[Post-Chorus]
Tell me what it is, I'm tryna swing your way
You runnin' through my mind, like every single day
We up at [?], we poppin' champagne
Caught in your web and I can't get away

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ayy
Why'd you say you was if you ain't feelin' me?
Pitchin' on the plug, come on, you're killin' me
Drivin' on the drug, the wheel on ten and three
Knock me the fuck down, get up, I'm still a G
Okay, my bad, silly me, I move with too much diligence
Second time was bogus, so I'm tryna hit for trilogy
She venomous like Eddy Brock or maybe that's the pill in me
Paper-like a syllabus, I don't condone no silly shit
She don't know how to let go, what the fuck you text for?
It's hella disrespectful, shock me like electral
Rollin' up on Death Notes, they sent this from a desto
She be doin' extra, I'll update you in the catch notes
Last time on

[Chorus]
Baby girl hundred out of ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Steppin' out, you lookin' like revenge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't even tryna make amends (Yeah, yeah, yeah), damn
You ain't even tryna make no friends

[Post-Chorus]
Tell me what it is, I'm tryna swing your way
You runnin' through my mind, like every single day
We up at [?], we poppin' champagne
Caught in your web and I can't get away