Black Spoons lyrics

[Intro]
Assassins
Yeah, uh
Look

[Verse]
My mind carry this info, I share with a pencil (Talk to 'em!)
Assassins
Hahaha, I used to stare out my window (Uh)
See my older homie 19, and he steerin' the Benzo
n*ggas don't play ball, sellin' raw, they apparently into (They hustle)
You see me wearin' this Kenzo hat, you know I did what I been through
They sick I'm gettin' money, clearly resentful (They mad)
It's spooky, n*gga, the sh*t I spit is very suspenseful (Hah)
My bars give you the fear of God, b*tch, I'm Jerry Lorenzo (Hahahaha!)
Ah, spin through your area, air the extendo (Brrrrr)
I recorded this F.O.O.D 4 in a day, it was simple
Most of you rap n*ggas is washed, your career's in a limbo (Y'all washed)
You hatin', man, all of these jewels that I wear to offend you (You see my jewels!)
Real hustler, I got three phones (Uh)
Refrigerator broke, it ain’t no ice, leave that cold water in the sink on, uh (Let that water grind?, my n*gga)
Rockin' that brick, got my Dior pink on (Talk to 'em)
Uh, rockin' that sh*t, I don't got nothing cheap on (Woooo)
You know what we on, pistol whip that n*gga, broke his cheekbone (Hold that)
Shot him on Doat and Bailey, they found his body on Keystone, uh (Boom boom boom boom!)
Gunpowder residue all on my VLONE, ha
Write pain like a shot in your right knee bone (Haah)
Yeah, you rap about bricks but you broke, that don't even out (Talk to 'em)
Give my youngin a blick, he gon' shoot up your people house (Brr)
I live everything that I sing about, been through some sh*t that I really can't speak about
I have a f*ck n*gga wiped for a cheap amount, I f*ck them hoes on IG that you dream about
I'll call up Kutter, he gon' bring that steamer out, iron on waist so they get every wrinkle out (Uh)
f*ck is you thinkin' 'bout? Thirty shots ringin' out, ah (Brr)
[Outro]
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