Weaving Spiders

[Produced by 808 District]

[Verse 1]
People relying on drama to keep them alive
The truth is, everyone's dying, we're caught in a web full of lies
I don't have to wear a disguise, I talk like this all the time
Darkness snatches the light, penetrate a virgin in the night
"Have good day", but nobody safe
'Cause bombs bout to rain from the sky
Like One Nine Four Five, all y'all hoes gon' fry
All y'all niggas gon' die, scary when I get this high
When I balance it out with the bottle
Hear the devil smooth talking me like
"Waiting for a Christ to arrive, 'cause you gotta crisis in ya life?
Talking bullshit to sky is for the birds, boy, better get the Rye"
I know what it takes to go live
Dog, you ain't gotta remind me
I see them niggas do it all the time
But when it's all done, I'll end up damaged, damn

[Chorus]
Weaving, weaving, weaving
Spiders
Weaving, weaving, weaving
Spiders
A nigga don't ever tired
Bitch switching lanes like a Spider
They gossip, gotta keep it private
I'll be sitting here silent

[Verse 2]
You didn't have to go, but you're leaving me
It feels so odd, you getting even, see
You know it got hard, so you're teasing me
You'll never fuck and know what you mean to me
You say talk is cheap, but this freedom of speech is really costly
And I don't need to reach, I drop bars, T
Hardly meek this week, I'm feeling ballsy
Bounced back to breathe, this a hard beat (heartbeat)
Initiated a seizure, at least you got sleep
Seeing my dream deleted still really haunts me
That's why I spark the weed, and at the party
A full glass of the Piña, fill up the gauntlet
Couldn't even keep it private, they got binoculars
So many 00s, a lot of Spy-Kids
The definition of love is uh, fuck shit (affection)
Go look it up, bitch

[Chorus]
Weaving, weaving, weaving
Spiders
Weaving, weaving, weaving
Spiders
A nigga don't ever tired
Bitch switching lanes like a Spider
They gossip, gotta keep it private
I'll be sitting here silent

[Verse 3]
Niggas steady hitting me like, "Homie, what's the deal?"
And these bitches keep on texting me, they only want my bills
Aww, no, aww, no, I don't want you 'round here
And that messy hoe wan' be my baby, she just need a bib (ew)
I gon' need more beer (yeah)
I don't need no whip (whip)
Never opt to take her shopping, 'cause she was giving me lip (lip)
Pussy popping, ooouuu, please stop it, 'cause it's loose as shit
Y'all know I really don't care (yeah)
Smoke a lil blunt and then dip (dip)
And she on that pill, as a kid, she watched 'Little Bill'
I don't need that shit, I'm on doja when I trip
Hardly at my crib, yeah, party til I drip, uh
Yo, I just wanna chill, ain't tryna hear about your affairs (naw)

[Chorus]
Weaving, weaving, weaving
Spiders
Weaving, weaving, weaving
Spiders
A nigga don't ever tired
Bitch switching lanes like a Spider
They gossip, gotta keep it private
I'll be sitting here silent