SPID3R Lyrics

Riding through Philly, I feel like I'm uzi Switch on the Glock, leave that mothafucka Oozin

That boy not a killer, he won't ever do it That boy not a gangsta, I swear he confusing

I'm with my old bae, don't give a fuck what a ho say

Switch out my old ways, used to be broke in my old place

Switch out the patek , the old face Cartier watch, got no frames

I hit the gas and there's no brakes Switch on this mothafuckin Glockie

Wonder why I'm acting cocky

Won't ever switch for nobody

Treat the hoes just like a option

Look at the check hopin you see it clearly

Couple racks, I'ma stuff in my amiris

Donny blew up, are you serious

My shooters they stay in Nigeria

Talk about money, or I am not hearing you

I blow these racks, I don't care none about em

You finna feel me, don't care about this clout shit

Geeked up in that big body, I started trippin

I got a lock on all of my women

Pussy boy, you better mind your business

I just been coolin ' and spendin' these benjis

I just been coolin' and spendin' these benjis

Flickin I'm thumbin' through racks

I blew a rack on rack today

Make a false move, yunin take off your face

Geeked up to slime I know I pray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ridin' through Philly, I feel like I'm Uzi

Switch on the Glock, leave that muthafucka oozin

That boy not a killer, he won't ever do it

That boy not a gangsta, I swear he confusing

I'm with my old bae, don't give a fuck what a hoe say

Switch out my old ways , used to be broke in my old place

Switch out the patek, the old face Cartier watch got no frames

I hit the gas and there's no brakes Switch on this muthafuckin' Glockie

They wonder why I'm acting cocky Won't ever switch for nobody