Spitting Dope from $TRUGGOWEEN by YUNG $LIT VEINZ & Bigg Homie

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3.	YUNG $LIT VEINZ & Bigg Homie - Spitting Dope	3:05

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CA$HFLOW hotter than the rest
I’mma dislocate all parts of your body
Niggas from Compton puttin’ fools on they back
I’m a fuckin’ Soulja, I’m down to knock a nigga head straight off his fuckin’ shoulda’
Uh Oh – like I said before, don’t fuck with me
Chit-chattin’ in the circle with my finger on my Glock
Then up jumps the Devil from a puddle of blood
Hey, listen to my .9mm go bang

Live and direct from Compton, daily curb stompin’
Rockin’ that new Yeezy? Nah, I’m rockin’ $moke Weed Prada
CA$HFLOW livin’ lavish, we be fuckin’ on a actress
Seen them red and blue flashes, shit, it’s time to move our asses, hey
I’m not tryna get pent up in a jail cell and get my ass fucked
By a weak coward-ass killa with a big dick lookin’ like OJ Simpson
Ridin’ on the 395, get the fuck out of Compton with my ass intact
Supplyin’ all the dro’, Bigg Homie got the blow, and Paul pickin’ up a 100 Pak
Fuck that shit, we ridin’ into Death Valley
Bring a couple hoes, mane, we finna keep a tally
Paul is in the back gettin’ good head from a baddie
Keep on kickin’ it from the front, I feel like my name Pimp Daddy
Yeah, we on the run – highest children of the Sun
We ‘bout to find God, feel like Charlie Mansons, hah
CA$HLOW souljas hold a kilo or a ton
Stackin’ dollars or them pesos, CA$HFLOW RECKIDZ number one, yeah

CA$HFLOW hotter than the rest
And I’mma dislocate all parts of your body
Niggas from Compton puttin’ fools on they back
I’m a fuckin’ Soulja, I’m down to knock a nigga head straight off his fuckin’ shoulda’
Uh Oh – like I said before, don’t fuck with me
Chit-chattin’ in the circle with my finger on my Glock
But then up jumps the Devil from a puddle of blood
Hey, listen to my .9mm go BANG!

Snortin’ on that sugar, yo, my pupils say I’m hooked, G
Ain’t never drivin’, mane, I crashed the fuckin’ SUV
And now I can’t get to my supplier no mo’
But YUNG $LITTY got that coke in motion straight from Mexico
Got that 9 and that .45, bitch, I’m ‘bout to write some letters
Comin’ from the North, I’m the real Zodiac Killer
Fuckin’ up yo’ algorithms, capturin’ the Compton spirit
Cookin’ up that fire loud, you know them bustas gonna hear it
Blowin’ on a sack of gwung, hydropo’, it pack a punch
Paul wit’ da .45 ridin’ Chevy on the run
Smokin’ on that Bible, mane, I’m smokin’ on that Cali
$moke Crack Jack tellin’ me I got a bad habit
Crowley magick, make the ket' levitate daily
Fuckin’ with them hookers, mane, they call me Chuck Berry
Goth band kids in all black, lookin’ scary
Steady drunk off that piss, feel like Ruby da Cherry, WE$T$IDE

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from $TRUGGOWEEN, released October 27, 2023
prod. Y$V

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