Word of Mouth

[Intro]

Shotta Spence

Von Vuai

Take no talk from no boy

I'll never live on my knees, I'm dying on my feet

I'll never flee never flee

[Verse 1]

Everywhere I step I'm stepping with precision

Move in silence, all you hearing is the crickets

Spirit of Malcolm X, by any means I'm getting

Stirring the pot up 'til my wrist bone get to clicking

Stomach is growling, it sound like a hoopty engine

I'm praying to God but my actions ain't so Christian

Gimme the throat, I don't need no lip service from bitches

I told the bitch stop using your teeth, that's cannibalistic

Work it work it ooh, pulling up on you

Where you at, give me your longitude and latitude

This a fucking coupe, ain't no room for you

Tell your friends you gotta Uber back to the zoo

I'm a warrior, got some shooters on my team

I'm a player for life, bitches hanging off my jeans

Know I did some people wrong but that's how it had to be

Lord lord lord, save some room for me

[Verse 2]

Watch out

Gucci Timberlands, I slip my feet in them

2008 Bape and APC denim

Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them

When I get them Rollies believe I'm freezin' them

Ball out little homie, ball it out

Call out fake hustlers, call 'em out

Put your guard up, ain't no time to talk it out

How do I know where you live, hmm, word of mouth

I might OD, might OD off this mighty weed

You take a pull you gon' go, that's some gasoline

You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep

You want surf and turf, I'm too cheap, you get Mickey D's

You know that your boys witcha, if they gon' bleed witcha

If they get money witcha, if they don't chief swishers

And they not team switching, whenever the plot thickens

And they would rather take a sentence 'fore they start snitching

Wanna know who done got my homie shot

That shit tied my gut in knots