lirik lagu nbj lil vee - spit him
[intro]
(ayy, vee, talk that savage sh~t)
yeah… grrah! (boom!)
they talk sl!ck but they ain’t on nothin’
p~ssy~ass opps better keep on runnin’ (rrah~rrah!)
b~tch i’m back, and i’m dumpin’ (bow!)
let’s go—ayy, ayy!
[chorus]
heard a b~tch n~gga tryna speak on vee (on who?)
spin his block, now his face on a tee (grrah!)
talk tough, get found in the creek (boom!)
ain’t no love, i don’t play no peace (nah)
spit him—make him bleed on the street (spit!)
hunnid round drum, leave sh~lls by his feet (doo~doo~doo)
feds lurkin’, but i still gotta eat (f~ck 12)
so i pray to the pole, not the priest (real talk)
[verse 1]
i was ten, posted wit’ a tec
now i’m eleven, cashin’ whole~ass checks (cha~ching!)
opps got dropped, they ain’t come back yet (nope)
whole block hot, better slide with a vest (brrrt!)
b~tch on my line but she know she a pest
i don’t want love, i just want neck
trap phone buzzin’, i don’t take rest
i just sent shots, now i’m back on a jet (skrrt!)
fake~ass thugs get clapped on cam (boom!)
run in his crib, now he cryin’ to his fam (p~ssy)
i don’t do threats, i just go blam
put a whole beam on his head like, “d~mn!” (grrah!)
[bridge]
i came from the mud, now i’m iced out clean (ice!)
still tote glocks with a 30~round beam
they say they wit’ it, but not what they seem
i seen real k!llers turn into memes (facts!)
[chorus]
heard a b~tch n~gga tryna speak on vee (huh?)
spin his block, now his face on a tee (boom!)
talk tough, get found in the creek (splash!)
ain’t no love, i don’t play no peace (h~ll nah)
spit him—make him bleed on the street (grrah!)
hunnid round drum, leave sh~lls by his feet (boom boom boom)
feds lurkin’, but i still gotta eat (b~tch!)
so i pray to the pole, not the priest (bow!)
[verse 2]
i seen real pain, had to mask that sh~t
i seen close homies turn to snitch (rats!)
so now when i move, i don’t trust no soul
even my b~tch got a switch (doo~doo!)
whole lotta fire, i’m lit
whole lotta lies, they spit
but i ain’t one for the yappin’
i’m known for the clappin’, i really do hits (rrah!)
stacked my bread, now i’m up, no stress
still got scars that sit on my chest
still got heat, i don’t need no vest
catch one opp, leave a whole street mess (boom!)
[outro]
so don’t talk if you ain’t on nothin’
pull up masked up like it’s halloween stuntin’
shh… catch him lackin’, we huntin’
spit him down, now his whole block frontin’ (grrah!)
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