Lyrics Spaghetti - Cdot Honcho, Valee

Spaghetti

This the last one in that bitch
Send shorty to the store to get some more 'Woods
Ayy, C-D-O-T, Takeover Gang
And my eyes red from smokin' heavy
And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my bitch to get ready
Turn your skull to spaghetti
Slide, I hope y’all ready
You ain’t 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried
Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis
Still the same nigga, shit changed, I ain’t never switch up
Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a nigga up
That bitch gon' leave here blocked if she ain’t come here to fuck
And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up
I ain’t talkin' 'bout no gas, foe’nem doin' fill-ups
Drop a low-low where you at 'cause foe’nem on the pull-up
Plus, don’t make 'em hop out, when they do that, bring the chalk out
Tinted SRT, my fit Dior, I’m finna park and hop out
Just for nothin', just to get some gas or somethin'
But don’t think we snoozin', we got shells the size of Andre Drummond
Let me let y’all in on somethin', when I was young, I ain’t have nothin' (Nope)
I was born into this shit, my OG made me work for somethin'
My big bro had a 30, we was tryna test it out on somethin'
And niggas worried 'bout catchin' me out, need to go and work on somethin'
Told y’all I got my steppers with me, why the fuck would I be worried 'bout
somethin'?
They snuck in with that fire, give 'em a reason and they torchin' somethin'
And my eyes red from smokin' heavy
And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my bitch to get ready
Turn your skull to spaghetti
Slide, I hope y’all ready
You ain’t 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried
Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis
Still the same nigga, shit changed, I ain’t never switch up
Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a nigga up
That bitch gon' leave here blocked if she ain’t come here to fuck
And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up
Them twenty-four inch Linos cost six bucks, I put 'em on Pirellis
I done hit the bitch from back to Nelly, now my spot the telly
That fifty clip get emptied like confetti, bet they think it’s Belly
Every time I show out, you know I bring a ho out, really
I ain’t got no time for dates, them bitches get cut off like Eddie
Eddie V’s, bitch, I got filet mignon and spaghetti
Gucci flippy-floppies on my feet right now cost nine eleven
I keep that rifle, no Machine Gun Kelly, nigga need a medic
I pull in Valero drivin' frantic, eighty on unleaded
Made your bitch go fetch the D, I’m petty, she eat me like Philly
And my ho got hoes like Missy Elli', bitch finna spread 'em, jelly
My eyes red from smokin' heavy
And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my bitch to get ready
Turn your skull to spaghetti
Slide, I hope y’all ready
You ain’t 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried
Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis
Still the same nigga, shit changed, I ain’t never switch up
Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a nigga up
That bitch gon' leave here blocked if she ain’t come here to fuck
And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up