Lyrics WE CAN'T AGREE WHAT TO NAME THIS SONG - Lil Darkie, Cxrpse, Eddison

WE CAN'T AGREE WHAT TO NAME THIS SONG

Still got shawty wrong, I’m the rap game boss
Slacking
I hit the bong and I fly like Aladdin
Shit, my energy on dragon
I am no overlord, I am the captain
I-I-I pull up like I got all the spiders
Ooh, that’s me, you need to retire
They say, «CXRPSE, (Yeah, nigga?) you’re fired»
Shut the fuck up lil' nigga, I’m tired
Uh, uh-uh
I haven’t slept in a week
Bounce in the ground, I was fed to the sheeps, uh
Y’all be up just on my meat
Niggas talking to
defeat, uh
Th-That couldn’t be me, your opinion obsolete
Yeah, these niggas talkin' shit, but yet, they bitches fuck with me
S-Spider Gang pulling up, but the rest of you niggas stupid
All you niggas like gloves (Gloves, gloves)
I’ma rip it off, fuck it, I’ma abuse it
(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I’m the only skeleton out in the tomb
I’m the only nigga make the earth shake when I move
All these baby bitches take yo' ass inside the womb
Uh, fuck
I’m tired as shit
Yo, can y’all finish this?
Edd, what the fuck?
(U-U-Uh)
Yuh, and yo' bitch’s bed go ee, err', ee, err', ee, err'
I-I walk up in this bitch, so wet, I feel just like I’m muskier
I’m playing basketball with yo' bitch nigga, I am such a player
All my niggas shooters like the Lakers and they get the paper
Yeah, ooh, yeah
We eat Xanax for the m- (U-U-Uh)
Bendi in my park, hop up bitch, I’m on the block (On th-th-the-)
Bitch I’m like a
Told that bitch, «I do not leave the crib, bitch, I don’t wanna go»
Niggas shooters like they on a basketball team, they all gone
Bitch I know that I am the goat, but they make me
Pack it up
Your girl make shit, I stack it up (Uh, yuh)
I fuck that bi’h then pass me up (Uh, yuh)
Shoot the fuckin' package up (Uh, yuh)
Bitch, I’m in my bag and shit (Uh, yuh)
Make me pull out this ratchet (Uh, yuh)
That bitch, she cookin' ratchet (Uh, yuh)
Yuh, she could give her rashes (Uh, yuh)
Yuh, just the thought of- (Bi-Bi-B-B-B-B-B-)
Ooh, tootsies on my feet
I fuck on that bitch, that bitch from the street
I stick it in this, I’m stiff up in peaks
I’m still on the block, bitch suck on my D
Bitch, suck on my cock, bitch suck on my feet
we got all the bands
I fuck wit that bitch, she came
Bust it down, woah, b oh my god
Suck my dick like she in charge
Fuck that bitch like I’m in charge
Stick boy, stick boy, I got bars
You rap bitch boy?
You go retard
bitch with my gang, we go hard
(Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
in this bitch
Spider Gang and we ain’t slowin' down
Cut through
got my brothers, they gon' hold me down
That bitch immaculate, got her shit, bitch we gon' blow it down
Fuck do you run with?
Diamonds all on my boys and it does stick
Hit a body and dead like some shit
Got the cash in the back in abundance
Are you tryna die?
You are
You better run
From the gang, gang
All the spiders
From the gang, gang
All the spiders
From the gang, gang
You better run
From the gang, gang
All the spiders
You know the media, they-they don’t fuckin' like us
I got some meteors and
(Hahahahahaha)
(Edd, Edd, Edd)
(Ha)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Yuuuh, yeah, yuuuh, yeah, yuuuh)
Bring it back
Tell that
have a heart attack
Don’t run with that
See him jumpin', I don’t give a fuck, I got my face attacked
And if I see
chill
And boy you better watch out 'fore my gun go
And now I miss, pussy boy, I got the cheat code on me
And now I’m pissed
I-I'm the boy eating shit like I’m Bobby
Why don’t you sit, lil' whore, you ain’t getting anything from me
Oh, you think this shit’s funny?
It’s not (A joke), ha ha
I feel like I am Dillinger wit my new Prada
All these pussies getting close, I’ll pull out the Denada
Always bitchin' on the Internet about your problems
But you never gon' solve 'em that way
Yuh, yuh, (Hey) yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yuh, you ain’t ever solve 'em that way
«Uh, you are now listening to a Spider Gang exclusive, released in part with
Spider Gang entertainment, and Spider Gang enterprises, enjoy»
Y’all had to wake me up for this?
Yo, Dillinger, can you write my new verse?
You already know, I’m not gonna write that shit
Oh, fuck!
MK, what about you?
(Nooo, fuck this crazy)
No?
Fuck!
Spider Gang!
God damn it
We’re right here
Dancin' for you
Dancing for your amusement (Sucka)
I don’t got time, if I did I’m makin' music
Yeah they wanna make the music
They don’t wanna face the music
I don’t get by, you need a fuckin' flavor, what you doing?
(It's time now!!!)
This for all the kids that can’t afford food!
Know you hate the feeling when the people don’t support you
I can show you how but you don’t feel like using your tool
Poor fools
Spittin' in your horseshoes
Suckin' the fate of the aggressor
Guess they don’t know better for ever
But I could never ever
Every boy is jealous of hell
Got no avenge to set up
You ain’t
if your friends will let 'em
(I-I-)
I got the struggle with drugs!!!
Ain’t even 20 + 1!!!
I need some money for guns!!!
Come give your buddy a hug!!!
(L-L-L-)
Life is a blast!!!
You didn’t know whatcho' doin'!!!
Before your life get ruin!
Before your life get ruin!
If you don’t got a skill!
(Shut the fuck up!)
If you don’t gotta trade
(Shut the hell up!)
If you don’t gotta skill
(Shut the fuck up!)
If you don’t gotta trade
(Shut the hell up!)
(Ooh!!! I guess it’s my turn!)
(Let's do this!) (spider gang!)
Be free you were born to be
(Just don’t follow me!)
(That bitch is tryna swallow me!)
Feel heat from this light-eyed scream!
(Not physiology!)
Sing past the blade of me!
(Poppin' out the pussy like a chrysalis)
It’s so intimate
I gotcho listening
I got you listen, you can do the shit you listenin' (What)
From what I got my name is samination
More important than the fake shit that you chasin'
All the clout was fake
The real ones stay the same
So live in the present, don’t let this moment go to waste
Fuck the hate from those who stuck inside the game, who don’t even realize this
is a simulation
(Ayy!)
Stomp a nigga like a maggot he can’t stop me up
This bitch wanna top me up because he is a faggot, huh?
(I-I-)
If you drinkin' baby blood then nigga, put your glasses up
Niggas get accused of shit and then niggas just past the buck
And if you try to call him out, mental illness club
Is you blind or dumb, I do this rap for fun
See I don’t gotta rhyme cause if a nigga ever try me, I might leave him
paralyzed
Pick a nigga up and drop him on his neck for disrespect
And throw the body in the basement when cops do a wellness check
Ain’t no safety on this Glock like the, Chargers with ten players
Smokin' so much kush, it’s fuckin' up the ozone layer
The mic in my hand a dangerous weapon, this an ugly truth
Like fentanyl pressed percies and white xans
Rest in piece, Juice
It’s no wonder motherfuckers be sayin' that Christ got screws loose
Before I hang with you niggas, I’ll free myself from my own noose
I-I-I put too much pressure on these puny MCs
So much pressure in my blunt these little niggas can’t breathe
Money spread threw my crew, like a fuckin' disease
I’ll go put down my Glock and teach a nigga to read (nigga to read,
nigga to read, nigga to read…)
Ay, CXRPSE…
What…
I had a run-in with this group of ruffians around the way… what the hell is
going on around here, CXRPSE?
I’on even know!
There’s some group called SPIDERGANG or somethin'
What… in the hell, is a SPIDERGANG?!
A goddamn group’a delinquents the rabble-rouser bandits…
That sounds like a load’a horseshit to me CXRPSE!
C-come on BRUHMANE!
(This product was brought to you by the society for the humane treatment of
spider genitalia.
remember kids, always drink Coca Cola, and always eat
McDonald’s…)
(Somebody-)
(I could’ve sworn-)
(Somebody need to be held accountable-)
(I could’ve sworn-) (somebody say someth-)
(One of y’all need to be held accountable)
(Nobody but me but somebody need to be held accountable…)
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(SPIDERGANG!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Drag a motherfucker lit a motherfucker up
Yeah, shoot a fuckin' bottle take a piss into the night
(Yeah!)
I don’t wage that call the Uber and he’s shot dead!
(…the Uber driver is gonna be fine… he’s ok I-I promise…)
(Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
This boy don’t care about his life he wanna fuck wit' us
(Yeah!)
He tryna sleep inside the dirt, this pussy fuck wit' us
(Yeah!)
I’m takin' shot I fucking hate you
And it’s my fault you hate yourself because you fucking hate
(Yeah!)
And I put a
around his neck
You fucking wish I paid attention, hoe you fucking can (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh,
yeah, yeahh, yeah, yeah-) (SPIDERGANG!)
(SPIDERGANG… eternal…)
Fuck nigga!
I’ma battle in the alley, like what’s up nigga?
Is he ready to battle, let’s all be gone nigga
I be telling you niggas you got the wrong nigga
I ain’t fallin' I’m
person
He’s the one that’s talking and making decisions
Never lookin' back I’m waking up from the back
Might shoot (shoot!) (fuck was I supposed to go through?)
Gospel (-spel!)
you
Might shoot (shoot!) (fuck was I supposed to go through?)
Gospel (-spel!)
you
a fucking whore
(Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it…)
make, rap music
New album when
Drown out fuck it
Drown nigga, drown
Drown out fuck it
This is SPIDERGANG…
(Yuh, yo, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!)
Motherfuck
Yuhhhhh!
Yoooooo!
(Yooooooo!)
(Yoooooooo!)
(Yoooooooooooo!)
(Ok so, I was gonna hit that beat that you just heard, but JOHNNASCUS destroyed
it, fuck I’ma do after that?)
(Huuuh…)
(Yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh!)
Try to fight
I been moving with my spiders by the light of night
We can rap around you niggas like we ride a bike or roll 'em while you rollin'
wit' some niggas that all caught a mic
Get’cho back!
when you in trouble everybody on the planet, stacked inside a
bubble!
They don’t care about you do exactly what they wanted
We gon' make another big bad track!
in on the double double bitch
Can I get a SPIDERGANG?
(SPIDERGANG!)
That’s right!
And we don’t give a fuck about what’cho think cool
Don’t let anyone tell you what to do!
(Uh!)
This car smell like arino casino!
Tell them niggas get lost like nemo!
(huh!)
I been off a quaalude
Never off a reno!
(huh!)
I wanna be happy that don’t mean gettin' on cinos
(C-cinos c-cinos c-cinos-)
(Yuh!) gotta slip some fun in (yuh!)
I be wit' my niggas we up in the ground runnin' on a bitch (bi-bi-b-bi-)
No time to wallow!
(yuh!)
Get the fuck up!
Hit licks and never follow
And if she suckin' on my dick 'till I nut then she better swallow-wallow
(Yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh)
(Yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh)
(SPIDERGANG!)
(Yuh-yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)