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tour song - spider gang lyrics

[verse 1: eddison]
ayy, can’t come when i’m leavin’
i just had to pop another seal for the evenin’
big guns, big gust of wind when i’m smokin’
big cups of lean, like the size of the ocean
i don’t got no opps because i k!lled all my opponents
i don’t got no problems, all this drank k!lled my emotions
b*tch, i own it, everythin’ i motherf*ckin’ got, b*tch, i own it
everything i motherf*ckin’ bought, i don’t owe sh*t
i walk up in the spot, catch a hit, b*tch, that’s a bonus
y’all n*ggas ain’t gon’ catch me with the motherf*ckin’— huh, brr
can’t talk about it, but this sh*t sound like a rattle
okay, if this was a war, b*tch, i’d win every battle
okay, b*tch ride the d*ck like a saddle
gangsta, this perc’ gavе me wings like a redbull
and wе still be outside, pushin’ arrows, lil’ b*tch
all my n*ggas is the reason there’s no ammo, lil’ b*tch
[verse 2: lil darkie]
doin’ all these shows, my shins feel like jell*o, lil’ b*tch
when i see your ass, i don’t even say h*llo, lil’ b*tch
smokin’ zaza, these n*ggas rollin’ yellow ass sh*t
you get knocked off, we doin’ shows, gettin’ sh*t in
smokin’— bop, bop, bop, brr, buh
when i hop up on the mic, these n*ggas don’t know what to do
makin’ songs in the hotel room with my crew
we just crossed over the border, they were askin’ what we do
and the blunt so fat that it look like poo
and the blunt so fat it look like a can of beans
and the girl so bad, like she on a magazine
ps4 in the van, no ps3
and we f*ckin’ up the commas like ds2
way back in the day i played ds lite
poured too much lean, yeah, i need more sprite
you ain’t on my level, you can’t reach my height

[verse 3: afourteen]
i been movin’ state to state, cross the borders with my fingers up and three aks
stack my money like a waiter swingin’ by to grab a plate
what you doin’ that much for?
they jump inside the pit, i treat that sh*t like double dutch
dirty b*tch, she tryna grab the d*ck like “thank you very much”
i’m out in canada, lil’ b*tch, i’m higher than a leaf
uh, different day, different states, these boys tryna be me, still
what’s inside my cup? nothin’, lil’ b*tch, i need a refill
walkin’ through the building, yeah, you know just where the f*ck we at
sold out show in detroit, yeah, you know we ’bout to run it back
crazy how i’m in a different country all because of rap
crazy how i sit back h*lla lazy, countin’ plenty racks
i been goin’ so hard, where you at?
you ain’t goin’ nowhere, sittin’ fat
i been gettin’ so rich, ’bout to take a money bath
yeah, i bet that i could point and take your b*tch, yeah, that’s a fact
yeah, hangin’ out the window with a pole
fell asleep and wake up in a different state that i don’t even know
i just did like nine shows, ’bout to do some more
hopped up in the crowd too much, i think i broke his nose
run around, in some f*ckin’ town that i don’t know about
’bout to burn it down and get some money, then we rollin’ out
could give a f*ck about all that bullsh*t music that you puttin’ out
yeah, spider gang gon’ put the venue up in flames, can’t put ’em out
[chorus: afourteen]
put ’em out, think you f*ckin’ up, lil’ b*tch, we put you out
yeah, put ’em out, think you fire, we put you out
yeah, put ’em out, yeah, put ’em out, yeah
yeah, put ’em out, think you lit, we put you out

[verse 4: christ dillinger]
shoes on my feet, balenciaga, yeah, i bought it
told ’em we was gonna get that money, that’s a profit
makin’ so much money, that i might just catch a audit
n*ggas sayin’ that they gettin’ money, they should stop it
smoke another blunt and now i’m high like a c*ckpit
and you know a n*gga kicks fly, like a drop kick
this beat is so fire, i don’t need no fronto, b*tch, i’m not a bank so i can’t let you borrow
the show is sold out in toronto tomorrow, another sold*out show, day after tomorrow
i woke up this mornin’, can’t remember nothin’, i’m smokin’ on za, it’s the best sh*t in london
and i’m on a trip, so i shouldn’t show nothin’, but wendigo walkin’, i might just throw hundreds
back where i’m from, n*ggas shoot at you twice, got a scarf on my head like i’m out in dubai
i’m gettin’ so high, might cry, finna cover my eyes, feel like i’m gonna die
i keep gettin’ fried, remember way back when my grandma had died
told these n*ggas “one day, i’ll be in the sky”
cannot go back on these n*ggas, these n*ggas is mad ’cause they feel like we ain’t even try
the fendi sunglasses, the gucci sunglasses, the louis sunglasses, they cover my eyes
these n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, so you know that i can’t hang out with them guys

[chorus: afourteen]
put ’em out, think you f*ckin’ up— put ’em out— put ’em out— put ’em out— put ’em out—
put ’em out, think you f*ckin’ up, lil’ b*tch, we put you out, uh
yeah, put ’em out, think you fire, we put you out
yeah, put ’em out, yeah, put ’em out, yeah
yeah, put ’em out, think you lit, we put you out

- spider gang lyrics

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