spkyy – syrup lyrics
[intro: yuke]
b+tch take a lil’ tab of acid, now she sayin’ that she’s seein’ things, yeah
i want a goyard bag, gucci shoes and some lean, yeah
ayy, yo’ ho a zombie, she be bitin’, she be tweakin’
you have no heart
i might just go k!ll a n+gga when i’m off this lean, yeah
never cuffin’ that, nah, can’t give her a ring, yeah
hum off of me like a singer but i do not sing, yeah
ho wan’ f+ck me like a sinner, pull up, what you mean? yeah
[verse 1: spkyy]
you have no heart
put a bit in my drink, yeah, i might just fall out
make me a hood boy? what you talkin’ ’bout?
i got the glock, b+tch, so i’ll wack you down
yeah+yeah, i’m leavin’ yo’ ass with a frown
i+i’m in yo’ hood, b+tch, this a set+up
yeah+yeah, all of you f+ck boys, come catch up, y+yeah
sendin’ shots so i hit yo’ back
yeah, i just can’t believed you lagged
yo’ b+tch, she want me, love my swag
i+i keep it tucked in my jeans while it sag
yeah+yeah, it’s lean inside my f+ckin’ double cup
drugs in my body, yeah, it fill me up
i been sippin’ on syrup, it’s not my time of year
you stalkin’ my page, what the f+ck is up?
gl+glock 19 on my pants, hit his neck up
a+a+all these bullets gon’ give him a check up
b+tch on my d+ck, yeah, just ’cause i let her
[verse 2: yuke]
yeah, water in his cup, ho know i’m geeked, yeah (you have no heart)
ho know i’m slumped off the x pill, nah, no sleep, ayy (enemy k!lled)
b+tch take a lil’ tab of acid, now she sayin’ that she’s seein’ things, yeah
i want a goyard bag, gucci shoes and some lean, yeah
ayy, yo’ ho a zombie, she be bitin’, she be tweakin’ (you have no heart)
i might just go k!ll a n+gga when i’m off this lean, yeah (you have no heart)
never cuffin’ that, nah, can’t give her a ring, yeah
hum off of me like a singer but i do not sing, yeah
ho wan’ f+ck me like a sinner, pull up, what you mean? yeah
i got sixty+six b+tches with me, they suckin’ d, yeah (enemy k!lled)
know you f+ckin’ got n+ggas, like, why the f+ck it reek? yeah (enemy k!lled)
and i can’t fix her heart so she bleed out
[outro: yuke & spkyy]
yeah+yeah, it’s lean inside my f+ckin’ double cup
drugs in my body, yeah, it fill me up
i been sippin’ on syrup, it’s not my time of year (enemy k!lled)
you stalkin’ my page, what the f+ck is up?
gl+glock 19 on my pants, hit his neck up
a+a+all these bullets gon’ give him a check up
b+tch on my d+ck, yeah, just ’cause i let her
yeah, water in his cup, ho know i’m geeked, yeah
ho know i’m slumped off the x pill, nah, no sleep, ayy
b+tch take a lil’ tab of acid, now she sayin’ that she’s seein’ things, yeah
i want a goyard bag, gucci shoes and some lean, yeah
ayy, yo’ ho a zombie, she be bitin’, she be tweakin’
i might just go k!ll a n+gga when i’m off this lean, yeah (enemy k!lled)
never cuffin’ that, nah, can’t give her a ring, yeah
hum off of me like a singer but i do not sing, yeah
ho wan’ f+ck me like a sinner, pull up, what you mean? yeah
i got sixty+six b+tches with me, they suckin’ d, yeah
know you f+ckin’ got n+ggas, like, why the f+ck it reek? yeah
and i can’t fix her heart so she bleed out
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