SPAILS 2 😤💬 lyrics

[Intro: heartstopmiami]
b*tchmade lames don't know sh*t about the gang
I can't give a f*ck, you can get hit with that-
b*tch- b*tch- b*tchmade lames don't know sh*t about the gang
I can't give a f*ck, you can get hit with that-
b*tch- b*tch- b*tchmade lames don't know sh*t about the gang
I can't give a f*ck, you can get hit with that paint
Haters on my nuts, I'm about to bust, mane
They trynna be like us, I think that's embarrassing
(Serious Sexterity!)
Alright, before the song begin, I just wanna let y'all know
(Hahahahaha)

[Verse 1: heartstopmiami]
b*tchmade lames don't know sh*t about the gang
I can't give a f*ck, you can get hit with that paint
Haters- haters on my nuts, I'm about to bust, mane
They trynna be like us, I think that's embarrassing
My- my lil' Betty asked what's wrong, I said, "Not a thing"
She did not believe me so I had to fill her in
Now she tying hair cuz she wanna beat a b*tch
I told her calm down, gave her rackies to play with
Ay, you ain't do that sh*t, no not at all
You on discord wit a b*tch, j*rking off
Ti- ti- ti- tinted windows on the whip, we skrrting off
Why the f*ck they press my buttons, I'm not Microsoft
[Chorus: heartstopmiami]
f*ck I look like caring 'bout 'em opps? Caring 'bout 'em opps
You here to get shot, lookin to get shot
Hehe on the Glock, so it laugh a lot
Ok gotta go, don't have time for y'all
Ok- ok gotta go, I don't wanna talk
Ok gotta go, I'm Mrs. Speeding Off
It's me versus me, do not get involved
I-I will put your body in a f*cking box (A glass box)

[Verse 2: heartstopmiami]
Yeah, and I'll be a bad b*tch when I grow up, just like Ellie
K- keep a- keep a blade and a stick on me, just like I'm Ellie
And I was trynna f*ck on some Betty and her name was Ellie
Sh-She was way too weird to me
f*cked that ho, I bet she smelly (Stinky-ass b*tch)
Puffing gas, boy I bet she smell me (Stinky-ass kid)
What's inside the cup? I think its Henny
Nine gon' slip, if you really ready
If the stick up, then it's really deadly
Do my dancy dance, peanut butter jelly

[Verse 3: tropes]
Yeah, I ain't with that lame sh*t, you can have it all
Everyone so lame, b*tch, wocky sip it up
I don't f*ck with ugly b*tches tryna keep us down
Cause y'all know who you are, y'all act so bizarre
Spails in my eyes
Don't f*ck with the people that you love and you're surprised
That love feeling nice
I'm a rich b*tch, yeah, I don't need a prize
All your favorites act weird, so do all you guys
Drugs, bathsalts, she do all the K
All your music sh*t dog, not trying to be lame
I'm just honest, yeah I'm just honest, not dropping names
Drop this, yeah I'ma drop this, don't do the same
Yeah, oh oh
Everybody know know
Everybody know know
Everybody know
[Chorus: heartstopmiami]
f*ck I look like caring 'bout 'em opps? Caring 'bout 'em opps
You here to get shot, lookin to get shot
Hehe on the Glock, so it laugh a lot
Ok gotta go, don't have time for y'all
Ok- ok gotta go, I don't wanna talk
Ok gotta go, I'm Mrs. Speeding Off
It's me versus me, do not get involved
I-I will put your body in a f*cking box