Shotta Spence – Word Of Mouth

Stomach is growling, it sound like a hoopty engine
You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
[Verse 2]
I’m a player for life, bitches hanging off my jeans
I’ll never live on my knees, I’m dying on my feet
Lord lord lord, save some room for me
Stirring the pot up ’til my wrist bone get to clicking
I’ll never flee never flee
When I get them Rollies believe I’m freezin’ them
I’m a warrior, got some shooters on my team
Spirit of Malcolm X, by any means I’m getting
Von Vuai
Tell your friends you gotta Uber back to the zoo
And they not team switching, whenever the plot thickens

Shotta Spence
I’m praying to God but my actions ain’t so Christian
Where you at, give me your longitude and latitude
Pull up on that pussyclaat, put his face to the curb and stomp
Watch out
Reason why I wrote this song, reason why I’m stunting on ’em

Gimme the throat, I don’t need no lip service from bitches
Everywhere I step I’m stepping with precision
And they would rather take a sentence ‘fore they start snitching
Wanna know who done got my homie shot
Put your guard up, ain’t no time to talk it out
[Verse 1]
I might OD, might OD off this mighty weed
Move in silence, all you hearing is the crickets
Life is short and then you’re gone, so I keep my money long
If they get money witcha, if they don’t chief swishers
You take a pull you gon’ go, that’s some gasoline
How do I know where you live, hmm, word of mouth
That shit tied my gut in knots
Take no talk from no boy
You know that your boys witcha, if they gon’ bleed witcha
Gucci Timberlands, I slip my feet in them
Call out fake hustlers, call ’em out
[Intro]
You want surf and turf, I’m too cheap, you get Mickey D’s
This a fucking coupe, ain’t no room for you
Ball out little homie, ball it out
2008 Bape and APC denim
Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them
Know I did some people wrong but that’s how it had to be
I told the bitch stop using your teeth, that’s cannibalistic
Work it work it ooh, pulling up on you