Untitled 36 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Spare (Spare, Spare No-1, Spare No-1)
(Spare, Spare, Spare, uh)
Giggs (Grind, Giggs)
It's nothing ([?])
Yeah, uh, listen
It's love
It's me [?] and Big Lee
Slums
Joe Grizzle
[?] Trizzle
Buck
[?]
Ryde
Young Giggs
Spare
Come on
Gunna D
Spare, Spare, Spare, Spare (Spare, Sp-)
Haha
Giggs
n*ggas know what we're doing for the culture
Spare No-1

[Verse 1]
Cuz I'm creating my own firm
n*ggas hating 'cause they're tryna make butter that won't churn (Woo)
If a n*gga tries to clap me in, and you knew about it?
Then I'm clapping you as well just for knowing you're concerned (Whoa)
Man these n*ggas just won't learn
Running 'round with the rebores knowing it won't burn (Knowing it won't burn)
I tried to live the honest life
By giving up this gangsta sh*t (What?)
But my [?] just won't turn
Work a proper job, getting pushed around by some snotty boss
Nah, famalam, can't be working with those terms (Never)
I'm a rider, cuz it just won't work
Getting told what to do by some pus*y that don't burst (Woo)
Cuzzy with me, it's always a dope verse
When I'm writing, get it right b*tch, I'm the nicest
Catch me on the grind, with the white sh*t
Fiends cop my work, and they like it (Woo)
That's why I drive around in a nice whip
Flow with the light tints
Nuttin' on my foot below, [?]
A dog with some teeth that'll bite skin
Beef, I get writing
No conversations cuz, I'm riding
n*ggas think they're f*cking with
I'm stronger [?] slacking for awhile, but I'm bouncing back
The level that I'm on, you can't amount to that
I gangster up a bouncy track
n*ggas shouting Pecknarm, know what you're doing when you're shouting that (Bang)