Spit It Raw

Spit it raw

Flip a car

Dinner nah

Sinner yah

Flipper dipper

Quiver

Missess

Sipper

Inner

Innards

Splinters

Ima

Master

Splinter

Flip it

I’ma call it

Dinner

Lyrical acrobat

Where my homies at?

We jumped on a track

Like we’re jumping it in

Whos that?

Oskate Record companys

So mint

Uncirculated honey on

Roses tint

I’m a dummy

Wit ma money

Spent a 20

On ma honey

Backwoods sunny

Till its runny

Like sidewalks muddy

Henny remmy loui

Makeveli boozy

On teli snoozy

Fill my belli

Doozy

Rhyma smelly

Loopy

Smoka tella

Tubi

Lika smella

Loobie

Lika mella

Doobie

Heyokas

Hella

Gucci

Think I might spit too crazy

My flow is hella dazzy

A capellas

Piana poetry

Set me on fire

A lighter baby

I won’t retire

Till I fuck with

Stacey

Volume levels so crazy

Chorus

I’m a maniac

Driving a Cadillac

All black

Even the tints that

Limousine

Kinda reminda

Me of a 96 Se dan

4.9’s mean

On a race track

My leather hella clean

Like a Swiss wrist piece

On my wrist man

Tica toca tic ticing

On ma wrist band

Northstar engine

Revving like pissed

Man

Clearing his throat

After a hit

From my hit stash

See a quick flash

Auto piloting my life again

Free throwa swish

Like Steve Nash

Wearing my yellow jack

Under my hazmat

My mic takes it all in

Negative feedback

Spit a verse again

Until my teeth black

Spit a verse again

About my demons

Looking in the mirrors

Until I see them

My pen and papers

Too scared to believe them

Chorus

Heyokas

So backwards

A killa

Come back

For the dinna

Eats a track

Raw

Like Ozzy Bats

Similar

Sentimental tracks

Like skrilla

Investing back to the Mac

A milla

RIP to a goat

Come back to a winna

Rose Pac from the grave

To smoke fat rolled a sinna

Passing it back it forth

Looking back to tilla

Old gold was earned with facts

Not fibbas

Getting by with catchy tracks

Not reala

So we adapt to crap not rap

No Cap

My killa

Lets go back to story tracks

I finna

Wrote a story

Of bars so boring

Sublims too corny

Orange too ma knee

Fruit baskets all I see

Red eyes like visine

So clear when I see

My foes ain’t like me

I rhyme like Suess B