Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SPIT, artist - Acot. Date of issue: 09.01.2018
Song language: English
SPIT |
| I started rappin', now these bitches reachin' for my britches |
| I went ghost like Prince did and burned a bunch of bridges |
| Ralph all up on me, I’m a rapper, man |
| Toss the baggie like a javelin, I’ll never go to jail |
| I’ll probably go to Hell, I’m waitin' for the rapture, man |
| She told me that she used to fuck with bitches, that’s a hasbian |
| Her name was Madison, she only wanna be a friend |
| But everytime she comes, I come too all on the abdomen |
| ACOT, spell it out for me (Spell it out for me) |
| And it better be with caps like I was shootin' back (Was shootin' back) |
| And you better come correct, I’m comin' for your neck (For your neck) |
| I’m comin' next so pay respect before I take a seat |
| Tell me how I did this shit without no fuckin' help |
| Look I’m by myself and holdin' up just like a fuckin' belt |
| Dumb fuck rappers snitchin' on themselves |
| I miss the way it felt when I was pushin' |
| I could taste the wealth |
| If I could then I would kiss myself |
| A pretty bitch, I’m feelin' somethin' like Longoria |
| Brown skin and I was born in California, gettin' bored of ya |
| This that Coney Island shit like I’m a warrior |
| —have that |
| I’m searchin' for some other shit 'cause buddy, I’m beyond rap |
| I reach beyond that |
| We livin' in a fucked up place |
| With not much space and, uh |
| A war with race |
| So, check your face and, uh |
| So, change your views |
| And sing your blues and, uh |
| Man, fuck the news |