Spring Fling lyrics

[Intro]
You already know who it is man, It's DJ Phatt flyest fat n*gga you know, you other n*ggas is never competition ya dig

[Chrous]
n*gga ain't hangin' wit no fake gangster, I ain't movin' like that
Huh, How you get yo uzi like that
You put a scope on that bih?
I ain't even talkin' to no fake gangster, f*ck around and rob em, hmm (Ha)
I got a ski mask in the back, you talk on the gram watch yo back
You think you want smoke with the Babylife Band Gang
n*gga come to yo house with them .30's
We shooting at pus*y n*ggas, Dejounte Murray
Put 30 on the Glock them b*tches call me Curry
Call em roast chicken he get ate like curry
You play with my gang we putting em 6 feet deep, n*gga he get buriеd n*gga we in spring fling
I was just f*ckin on you for the team, l'm just f*ckin on you for thе green
Said f*ck having goals I don't even dream
Bipolar, I know sometimes I be mean
I’m sober baby this ain’t me
Ima jump a b*tch, I take this b*tch on my spleen
This Glock look just like me, got good genes
I think Kel pulled a XD out his f*ckin jeans
n*gga give me 3 wishes get ‘em gone n*gga like a genie
I caught my opp lacking, stomped his face in some damn moschinos
Disappear with that stick, magic trick, Houdini
b*tch say she got money and she don’t even need me
b*tch say she don’t love me, f*ck around and leave me
Hmm baby I don’t think your thinking
Drunk as hell driving, ain’t turn on my blinkers
Put a bell on the Glock, let it fly like Tinker
I’m drunk off Ciroc, b*tch I love that liquor
This life a hard knock, b*tch this gon get bigger
You was finna leave me, I already figured
I’m a changed man, you gotta believe that
Tryna do right, I know you can see that
Got locked up, told my damn gang ima be right back
Told my gang, I don’t give a f*ck, pop him if he play with top hat
You better not ball, put this on the mob, his ass gon get spanked
I’m tellin you, nobody ever taught me how to motherf*ckin rob
I did that job just to get my stripes
Took hella risks just to live this life
n*gga ain't hangin' wit no fake gangster, I ain't movin' like that
Huh, How you get yo uzi like that
You put a scope on that bih?
I ain't even talkin' to no fake gangster, f*ck around and rob em, hmm (Ha)
I got a ski mask in the back, you talk on the gram watch yo back
You think you want smoke with the Babylife Band Gang
n*gga come to yo house with them .30's
We shooting at pus*y n*ggas, Dejounte Murray
Put 30 on the Glock them b*tches call me Curry
Call em roast chicken he get ate like curry
You play with my gang we putting em 6 feet deep, n*gga he get buried n*gga we in spring fling
I was just f*ckin on you for the team, l'm just f*ckin on you for the green
Said f*ck having goals I don't even dream
Bipolar, I know sometimes I be mean
I’m sober baby this ain’t me
Ima jump a b*tch, I take this b*tch on my spleen
This Glock look just like me, got good genes
I think Kel pulled a XD out his f*ckin jeans

I’m a Don but I wanna be the f*ckin Godfather
I take pride when I do this street sh*t cause’ I never see my f*ckin father
I got problems aside from the rap sh*t but it ain’t yo problem
Don’t ask about it baby, don’t even bother
I’m with Jay on the f*ckin block, Pop you for a dollar (brrt)

And you now rocking with DJ Phatt n*gga (turn up)
Damn DJ Phatt, you too fly