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v12 - spydaweb lyrics

aye, call over the ref
aye, i think he need a tech
aye, they want me out the game
aye, they must be scared to death
aye, like when he get so fresh
it’s shockling like a tesla
lemme teach you all lesson

been grown up since i was a kid
still learning how it is
you f*cking with the team
we turn your name into a hit
and i love making money baby
i’m sorry i’m too legit
i need my diamonds sparkling
on some different color sh*t

i feel like lil uzi vеrt
or maybe iann dior
hear the rеvving of the gas
with the v12 in the car
or maybe trippie redd
asking “have you had a date on mars?”
if you tryna f*ck with me
b*tch you reaching for the stars
aye
i hit the gas and i roll out
v12 b*tch i show out
pull up in the aston martin
look so cool
i make it cold out
i got ceo’s on the phone
and on the other i got prospects
i’m tryna build an empire
and b*tch i’m in the process
so watch this
everybody saying
aw sh*t, it’s that boss sh*t
i get up on that stage
and make them motherf*ckers mosh pit
i don’t talk sh*t
but they wonder how i’ll top this
i just walk up in my studio and i make hits
can’t complain about bad times
they always teach me a lesson
but they know that i’m the man
just from the way that i’m dressing
me and midwest on a beat
that’s like a match made in heaven
and if you getting deja vu
that’s cause this track number 7

i feel like lil uzi vert
or maybe iann dior
hear the revving of the gas
with the v12 in the car
or maybe trippie redd
asking “have you had a date on mars?”
if you tryna f*ck with me
b*tch you reaching for the stars
aye
i’m up in sp*ce
had to blast off
i see the future
no mask off
you stuck in the web
and i’m hitting the gas
i’m moving fast like i’m nascar
can’t do no right
so i’m taking a left
swerve in the lane
then i pass em
they tryna overcompensate
that sh*t be causing a disaster
i know i can’t complain
cause this the life i chose
but all these people the same
going at designer clothes
and i’m tryna change history
put in work until it shows
and i ain’t f*cking with my history
let it wither like a rose
aye
speaking of rosé
i’m sipping on chardonnay
in a crystal glass
reminiscing about how the here and now
changes so fast
proceeding with caution
cause choices, can’t take them back
but cut you out my life
it’s more like i’m taking out the trash

ask me for weed
he wanna smoke
switching moods
look like a joke
you better hope that you don’t choke
on all your fantasies
say you had to burn it down
we a phoenix
check the ground
pour our blood into these records
we vitality
but whatchyu know bout blood and sweat
put in time?
you ain’t done that yet
23 up on my chest
like your majesty
cause i’m ballin like i’m bron
and your friends still put me on
drive me psycho b*tch i’m gone
hear the revving of the gas
you still got my name in your mouth
looking kinda desperate now
i’m pulling off in a v12 (speed off)
hit the gas getting higher that h*ll (i speed off)
the reaper
on my tail
going crazy fast
fight my way through my h*ll
you tryna catch up
but you can’t keep track of my trail
you don’t want the storm
we bring the lightning with the hail
and f*ck a garden
i’m carnivorous
a beast a well
this ain’t no charlotte’s web
i’m making bacon out ya little tail

- spydaweb lyrics

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