On the Spiritual Side lyrics

[Intro]
Dark Squad Entertainment in this motherf*cker man

[Verse 1]
My drink doing the 2-step, he won't quit dancing
Every bad b*tch I come across, they call me handsome
She gon' suck that di*k all the way from Flint to Lansing
My plug an old white man staying in Detroit off of grass sh*t
I don't f*ck with the fruit, bloody alike, I pulled up draggin'
b*tch got a big ass booty, she gotta drag it
Everytime one of the opps die, we just be laughing
My n*gga doing heads, he ain't even 21, he just savage
Box on a AR hold a lot of rounds, look like a suitcase
I made her f*ck me, then Mike, and then do Fxce
Get him up close in this sh*t, he need a new face
I got into a fight, f*cked my watch up, I need a new face
Man, the jeweler f*ck with me
I'm in the club with a blade, I'm giving buck 50s
Like I'm tryna buy dawg a blitz, I gave him a buck 50
I got a hundred with a drum tucked, that's a buck 50
I got a store runner, he cool and he fast as hell
I don't want the whole thing today so I bought a half a bill
My b*tch from the projects and cook good Rotel
I told Gramz hurry the f*ck up or ima miss my cell

[Chorus]
Huh, she gon' f*ck me 'cause my shocker shining (psst, hmm)
On the spiritual side
Still get a script from the farm my plug 65
Was on the outskirts of the D and the n*gga in Ypsi' died
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a boss
That's Ross
He don't cap, that's fuss
You ain't f*ck, your loss

[Verse 2]
You ain't f*ck with me on the first night, well b*tch you losing then
I ain't take the b*tch to nowhere fancy, she got a 2 for 10
In other words, that's 2 biggie bags
Catch me in my hood so just post it with 60 cash
And I'm good wherever I'm at
They done hotboxed the booth, I'm in this b*tch catching contact (Psst)

[Refrain]
Maaaaaaaaan
Raaaaagh
Damn it
Stupid b*tch
Raaaagh

[Verse 3]
Out in LA she wearing gold, we at the swap
Tryna feed her a sandwich, ain't nothing on it but c*ck meat
Stomped it on his face, like I got hot feet
I got 2 dirty b*tches in 1 week, now I got hot meat
Is you pregnant? 'cause I can't pull out of a driveway
Ima catch you in traffic, I text all my opps "Drive safe"
I'm cool with the frost, it's just the lean in my pocket
I hit this b*tch, smelt like PA and now I got a foul face
My young dog a drink head, he just down ace
I eat a eight of shrooms, we high on the moon, I'm tryna pound his face
They ball like a monkey, f*ck around and put Glock on the 8
Out the country with fashion, f*ck around and put Glock with bait
Damn, all the n*ggas do is show love, where all the hate?
20 pointers in my buffs, I could pound my face
I be screaming "f*ck n*ggas", like I'm tryna down my race
Fake FanDuel, 4 hundred thousand on a pop my 'lay