Spontaneous Combustion

[Intro]
-like Christmas, I'm so gifted
Hop out the whip with a big stick
Hop out the coupe and I rip shit
Big bright bullet go "Uh, uh"
I [?] that bitch, Clifford
If he doin' dirt, we swifters
I leave him wet like flippers

[Verse]
Fuckin' these bitches, I'm stackin' the digits
[?] my niggas, they get it
[?] my niggas, they winnin'
I'm flexin' the [?]
I spin on his block just like a Dj
Pull up with a Glock, he runnin' like relay
Bitch, I'm with the gang, they talkin' bout EA
These niggas be actin', these niggas be Broadway
[?]
The bullets, they eat him like caffe
We sеndin' them shots, we aim for his two face
I'm sippin' thе [?] like Bobby Bushae
I'm goin' up like a club on a Tuesday
Bullets leave him see through like x-ray
He flop like a fish, then he get filleted
If he take flight, then he get delayed
[?] his money, then, boy you late
Pull up with the K, I spray like Ray
I'm fuckin' that bitch and I nut on her face
Up on the shot like [?]
Y'all niggas dumb, I'm flexin' 'til the sun up
The bullets, they hot, I pull up like "What's up?"
I get with the [?], that nigga a stuck up
That's one thot, that bitch still stuck up
I'm gonna count up the big bucks
Bitch, I'm [?], I ball like the Bucks
I'm throwin' more cash, she shakin' her butt
You know that I'm strap, bitch, I got it tucked
I put him on [?] like it's your birthday
I make him dance like he do ballet
"Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa" like valet
Foreign, the whip, I'm parkin' with valet
Hold on, hold on, bitch, just give me a minute
You know that I get it, I'm stackin' the digits
These niggas be soundin' like crickets
If that nigga snitchin', we send his [?]
I leave him missin'
Pull up with the strap, bitch still wrapped like Christmas, I'm so gifted
Hop out the whip with a big stick
Hop out the coupe and I rip shit
Big bright bullet go "Uh, uh"
I [?] that bitch, Clifford
If he doin' dirt, we swifters
I leave him wet like flippers
She like "Please, Lazy, please stop"
I'ma just count up the guap
I'ma pull with the Glock and my niggas, they shoot at cops
Sippin' that lean, just be sippin' that wok
Pull up with the beam and he catchin' a shot
But I'm in the field, I'm takin' a shot
She takin' back shots
Bitch, I'm in the street and I'm sellin' that crack rock
Pull off in a foreign, I don't need a pit stop
I ball on these niggas, I'm ballin' [?]
I'm runnin' from 12, I'm runnin' on roof tops
He wet me up? He must be playin'
I only felt a rain drop
[?] like I'm workin' a sweatshop
Bullets go through his chest like a cough drop
Bitch, [?] like I'm in a desktop
Bullets through his head, I make him drop his top
Shawty gon' drop her top
Then, I'ma drop this guap
The she gon' give me top
I mean, that's tough, woah