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spider gang cypher - spider gang lyrics

[intro: solsa]
oi, it’s been a long time coming
cypher swiper
spider gang

[verse 1: solsa & mkultra]
stop it, stop it
stop that yelling in my ear drum
shut the f*ck up
that f*cking noise’ll make my head numb
been dumb, talking bout some mother*motherlookers
that would k!ll for someone who might f*cking understand
do you comprehend? if not don’t really care
i’m getting really f*cked and stumbling everywhere
tripping on the beat
whipper*snipper
cut your feet
cut your toe like salami
have it with some cheese and meat (uh, uh)
[verse 2: mkultra]
i’m stepping right over the beat (uh)
big stepper i’m moving my feet (my feet)
explosion i’m making this heat (uh, yeah)
gonna end you, control alt delete (huh!)
this life’s so sweet
zack ‘n cody, chilling on a beach (brrt)
i’m a dolphin, i’m going in deep (in deep)
better listen, stop f*cking with me (with me)
ayyyyyyy
i couldn’t come up with a line (hooray!)
punching in on a song every time (time)
punching in on my life i’m alive (i’m alive)
you live like your dead inside (huh)
spider gang the new wave (huh, what?)
and it’s a genocide
you gonna minimize
go back to being a fry cook
this the end of your ride

[verse 3: wendigo]
blunt burning at the crack of dawn
all my opps gone so i had to release the swans
one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
music is my job but i’m doing it for pleasure
just touched a hundred racks
like it was nothing
brought the bottle in
now the whole function jumping
they putting on a front ‘cause they can’t look up in the mirror
what we stand for could not be any clearer
cigarette smoke coming right off the ash tray
i been on tour for 3 months no way i’m coming in last place
i like spending a few racks on a nice rainy day
only clowns spend a few racks paying for some plays
my vehicle looking like a terminator
whole gang going up, whole gang germinating
high everyday like i was who they speak of in the church
you gotta play your hardest game or you gotta come to terms
[verse 4: bruhmanegod]
half a decade with the mob
thousand songs in the vault and they never gonna drop
b*tch i’m sliding with my dogs
like it’s 2018 and i need more than i want
spider gang in this b*tch
we just hang in it
we don’t gang bang in this b*tch
in the venue we lit flames in this b*tch
why you lame as a b*tch? and you staying in the crib
i*i*i*i’ll violate the game i hold its hand while it dies
number 1 race traitor
you already know what time it is
i said f*ck the bullsh*t
i’m eating good with my clique
on a ship that i’m crashing that i’m dying with
i said f*ck the human race, get the f*ck up out my face
you could all get replaced (all get replaced)
i’m with all my dogs in the place (dogs in the place)
b*tch i’ll k!ll it all in the way
huahh

[verse 5: fl.vco]
i came back, i came back with the money bags
extended mag and i’ll leave you blat
n*gga where you at?
got my n*ggas all in black, where you at?
pull up yeah we in the trackhawk, where you at?
i came back, i came back
i’ma f*ck you up
think you tough? my n*gga, look
f*ck you up
leave you posted in the cut (the f*ck?)
one on one
pullin’ up i’m in the cut
f*ck that one on one (f*ck that sh*t go crazy!)
i came back with a .40 and a strap
still i’m asking where you at
still i’m asking where you at
i came back with a .40 and a strap
still i’m asking where you at
still i’m asking where you*
[verse 6: blckk & lil darkie]
i came back with a .40 and a strap, where you at?
i could tell you f*cking rat
i came back, i need 40 f*cking racks
every time you motherf*ckers hear me rap
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pass me that sh*t again
i’m tryna f*ck my night up i don’t like remembering
can’t give a f*ck so i won’t even put a letter in
he talking different so we hit him in the center then
uh, i got different targets, check they f*cking pockets
he can’t talk bout nothing else but me he in the closet
yeah, but ain’t this what you wanted? (yeah!)
me, i all but started
i give no f*cks
you and your friends suck (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 7: lil darkie]
uh, me and my n*ggas on that spider sh*t
sippin brew, i think fl.vco just rolled the entire zip
every time i f*ck that girl got permanently wider hips
every time i spit it’s what you get when any lighter fl!cks
whoooaaa
b*tch i’m in sp*ce, got a lot of thc in my face
always got flower like i was a vase
recycle my bars ‘cause i never waste
red in my eyes like i just got hit with a can of the mace
sweat in my eyes b*tch i’m performing in canada
i’m in a van with the mates
in your face
i’m in a plane i’m smoking weed
blowing the clouds under the seat that way n0body can see
hopefully no one catch me
on a flight to italy lil darkie still on thc
it feel like the pilot spinning this sh*t 360 degrees
i might quit that sh*t in a bit
before right now i feel like the goat
when you say that sh*t you sound like a b*tch
you should super glue both of your lips
empty bottles all over the crib
this just the way that we like to live
i drink too much so i gotta pee
i’ll pass the mic to christ d

[verse 8: christ dillinger]
bout to hop on the beat
i just got the mic from lil darkie
n*ggas be saying that they cannot find me
just look at the top n*gga that’s where i be
your b*tch on only fans she getting f*cked
what she make in a month n*ggas spend it on weed
n*ggas be biting and stealing the swag from the spider gang, n*ggas just wanna be we
rick owens on n*gga i’m the champ
look at my wrist this sh*t look like a lamp
yeah we smoking on gas b*tch i’m smoking on dank
when i smell all this weed it’ll break your bank
so much money on me i be copping the louis v
yeah that’s for my b*tch
i got a glock and it came with a switch
n*gga act crazy, we f*cking his b*tch
what you spend on your rent i spent that on my wrist
b*tch i’m h*lla drunk i think i gotta p*ss
i sip on the wock or the tec or the trish
i done sipped every color up in this b*tch
when it come to the drank
no i don’t give a f*ck
spider gang run the underground, we going up
take a good girl and turn her to a sl*t
i’m sipping so much i got lean in my nuts
if a n*gga try me i’ma die by the check
spent the k on my fit
don’t got sh*t on my neck
your b*tch is a freak she just wanna have s*x
if she eating the d*ck then she leaving a mess
you get hit in the head we don’t care bout a vest
put my all in this sh*t then i pray for the best

[verse 9: cubensis]
yeah yeah, i say spider
you say gang
spider gang*

[pause: afourteen]
man f*ck this cube verse i don’t even know
who the f*ck said that it was okay that he could do that sh*t
it’s honestly so embarrassing like i don’t*
should just stick to those sh*tty ass beats
those f*cking 808’s and holocausts and* (a*a*afourteen)
uh, uh, spider gang
spider gang
spider*

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