Spy Kids lyrics

[Intro]
Nicky, man, why you do this sh*t?

[Verse 1: AK]
Now presenting that n*gga who’s testing the strength of the message
Pray for my vision and pray for the section
Pray that my wisdom can face what is destined
Pay for my b*tch if she pray for my blessing, woah
Made a mistake going in for the seconds
Got me irate, can't even finish a sentence
Write me a pension my future is paved out
Shuffle my sh*t to the safe house
Cop me a whip then I pave out
Weighed down, brakes down
Drifting them corners I’m late? Wow
Hope all my n*ggas done made it out
No roof, '95, bloaw
Peanut butter inside, wow
Wide body, big body, loud
Big naughty, no bodies found

[Chorus: Chilly Boi]
I’m rollin', I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now
No foldin', No foldin'
It’s fair or foul
I told 'em, I told 'em
We drain 'em out
I’m rollin' I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now
[Verse 2: Chilly Boi]
Gun blast but I'm already running
Sit coach 'cause I ball on a budget
Run up on me I’ma hit 'em in the stomach
See my fit you can look don’t touch it
Automatic, been a savage since day one
I got the world on my labrums
My fam' about 'em you say none
Getting that green, Draymond
Life is a marathon, R.I.P Nip
Remember the legends, don’t ever forget
One day I'ma be up on that list
But right now, I’m still learning my sh*t
Learning my craft, busting my ass
They talking stupid, I put 'em on blast
I gotta school 'em, I'm bringing the facts
Y’all smell that? These b*tches is trash

[Verse 3: Sam Wright Coastal]
Call me Home Depot
'Cause you know I got the racks (Hey)
Call me Prince Zuko
'Cause I’m fire on the track
More like Aang when I bang, ranged aim on the thang
AK make 'em sang bring pain to your name
Red paint make a stain, fake brain finna ache
Leave a lake from his brains on a window pane
'Cause I control all four elements elegant rhymes devilish lines let me define what a hell of a time is
Pipe lined in my jeans like an elephant mime
I'm interrupted by her guy, but to hell with his timing
She a dime, got five each side 'cause her legs were divided
Left her celibate, then pedal to the medal, quick riding
Oh sh*t, I'm to high for this
'Cause I’m flyer than a pelican
Like Zion with the left and sh*t
It's setting in, I'm ten out of ten
You could pretend that these rappers got pens that are better than his
But you’d be telling a fib and I just tell it how it is
[Chorus: Chilly Boi]
I’m rollin', I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now
No foldin', No foldin'
It’s fair or foul
I told 'em, I told 'em
We drain 'em out
I’m rollin' I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now