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SPC Lil Hott
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I'm tryna run up my figures, I'm tryna run up my digits
Nigga might catch me in the field, kicking shit back like Messi
Rain with the Glock, send him a message
I got the fire, pop like the Fourth of July, niggas be living a lie
Put it on the ground, roll kill, slice him up, Kill Bill, huh
I'm tryna get rich for real, I gotta go for the thrill, huh, yeah
I need the money, don't need the fashion
Fuck with the nigga, I get to blasting
Now double M, they'll make you a casket
Bullets be flying, he jump like a rabbit
Hang out the window, I know I'ma splat
My gun loud, that bitch ratchet
I'm from North Memphis, this shit hectic
I hold my glizzy while eating my breakfast
I'm counting picket who be in my section
I blow the gas to the top of the building
I do a show, rock out to the drilling
I'm on the block still making it happen
Nigga, I ain't never stop rapping
I'm in the booth every day, lil' nigga
I'm tryna work on my leverage
One hundred shots in the back, pack
Thirty in the clip, I'm ready, yeah
I'm getting great right now, lil' nigga, I'm counting the lessons
Jugger finesse in the streets, talk good
No more VA when I ride through the hood
I'm sliding low-key, the feds too good
I'm out they way while I'm making a play
Been having plays since I been in the eighth
I been having plays when I was in the Bay
Trapping and serving, I'm getting all hate
Got different bags, this one to the face
Working a job, I be out late
Got the fine shit, I treat her like clay
I smoke za every day, today I'm smoking Frosted Flakes
This shit striking me just like thunder
This shit grabbing me just like a monster
I'm tryna make me a move in the function
I'm tryna make money wherever I'm posted
I'm tryna run up my figures, I'm tryna run up my digits
Nigga might catch me in the field, kicking shit back like Messi
Rain with the Glock, send him a message
I got the fire, pop like the Fourth of July, niggas be living a lie
Put it on the ground, roll kill, slice him up, Kill Bill, huh
I'm tryna get rich for real, I gotta go for the thrill, huh, yeah
I need the money, don't need the fashion
Fuck with the nigga, I get to blasting
Now double M, they'll make you a casket
Bullets be flying, he jump like a rabbit
Hang out the window, I know I'ma splat
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