Lyrics Spatula - Grip

Spatula

Fiend for the Guap
Got a key to the lock
And I’m keen I can spot
All the schemes any plots
And I’m cleanin' ya clock
Clip got a 16 piece for a op
They was sleep when I said
Meet me at the top
Ain’t believe I would pop
Wrist look like I went pee pee in the watch
Peach street in a drop
Hoes hit me wit a beep beep when I stop
My vernacular damage a
Rap nigga amateur lackin the stamina
Packin' a canon to cap for the camera
Thought about slapping ya manager
When I get back to Atlanta
Cuz I’m doin' laps for dem racks like I’m Danica
Gripper booked cakilaki to Canada
When I free up I’ll be happy to dance witcha
Heatin' up on these tracks could you hand me a
Spatula
Flip this shit then I get back to ya
I saw enough wrap it up
I’m barring up Attica
Spatula
Flip this shit then I get back to ya
I saw enough wrap it up
I’m barring up Attica
Got leaches all on my dick
Got bitches all on my line
Hopping in my dms
Really divin' off the deep end
Tryna see if we can be friends
Well that depends, down to pretend only for the weekend
And don’t keep tabs on the cash he spend
Smash then I dash while yo ass sleep in
I know you gotta get laid but I gotta get paid
I got too many racks on my calendar
Touch the road fuck some hoes do some shows wit the dough I might go n buy bro
a lil challenger
Where the comp at where my challengers
I don’t see none
This a free run brushing off weed crumbs I just rolled up a tree trunk
Willi hold up let the beat thump
Had to let that bitch breathe, uh
Last of a dyin' breed, huh
This the shit they say they need, huh
Spatula
Flip this shit then I get back to ya
I saw enough wrap it up
I’m barring up Attica
Spatula
Flip this shit then I get back to ya
I saw enough wrap it up
I’m barring up Attica