Letras
We can go toe to toe
Got shots like Al Capone
Just don't call
Been all up in my head
Don't wanna ghost
Hoodie Spider
But you got no torch
Walking through these fiends
Never owed you nothing
Feel like
This a GT Porsche Carrera
Like a track day
Alianté, el presenté
My amigos keep it stocked in
I've been back to my roots
Flipping the script
Been here before
It's a different bitch
Two-faced, outfit all black
Keep me unfazed
All of them lack same shit
None of them Jane
But plain
Most of these bitches no contact
Cause context is fuel
She told me she a cancer
Get rid like a chemo
Can't keep up with my tempo
I've been trapper
Since I been locked in with Bando
Ghosting through the lanes
808's bang loud
Like a 12-gauge shotgun
Keep the spirits in the crowd
Got no enemies
Just demons in the trap
Whip it with precision
My vision's always on attack
Yeah, I love to piss these niggas off
These niggas off
Yeah, I love to piss these niggas off
Piss 'em off
Yeah, I love to piss a nigga off
A nigga off
I love to piss a nigga off
A nigga off
I love to piss a nigga off (off)
It's my favourite thing to fucking do
Fucking do
I'm just lip turned bitch for real
Like be for real
I'm just a real rockstar bitch
I love to party
Throw my ass
Make these niggas happy
They see it clapping
Happy meal, that nigga super happy
He wanna eat it
Bitches mad, they be fucking weird
They fucking hating
Just a lip turned bitch for real
Like be for real
(Growl)
Piss a nigga off
I'm 'bout to piss a nigga off
I'm 'bout to piss a nigga off
Cause we can
We can-
We can go toe to toe
Got shots like Al Capone
Just don't call
Been all up in my head
Don't wanna ghost
Hoodie Spider
But you got no torch
Walking through these fiends
Never owed you nothing