Spirit Cook #42 Lyrics

Anyway

My friends don't fuckin like you

Baby I'm used to this

It's unusual for you to think otherwise

I'm used to this

You can see it clear through my eyes

See it clear through my eyes

Your friends are lying to you

I fucked your friend and your friends friends too

It ain't nothing cause I'm used to it

You got friends, I got options bitch

On God

I want me a brand new sig

I want me a brand new whip

I got a brand new check

I might buy a brand new bitch

And she ain't gon pop that shit for nothing

Baby make me rich

She want a trip outside the country just to take some pics

It gets scary when the wolves are crying out and they're all around...

You'll search the world around for my love

Baby I'm used to this

It's ironic for you to think otherwise

I'm used to this

I can see it clear through your eyes

I know it hurts

I'm on your heels

I don't take

I don't steal

But if you play

I might

I might

I might kill

My side bitch load it up

And spin the block

And she gon drill

My mistress calls me Cult

She play all day

Bitch call me Neil

Pink ski mask

I'm outside

I'm fr

She wanna see if those 40 killers were fr

I want me a brand new sig

I want me a brand new whip

I got a brand new check

Ima buy a brand new bitch

And she ain't gon pop that shit for nothing

Baby make me rich

You wanna trip outside the country just to suck some...

I don't like you

I never have

How does that make you feel?