Spicydary

Young Reddy

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Young Reddy


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Here comes sniper-bullet reddy shooting up at the club again
(B-b-bullet reddy, grr grr grr)
Rocking outta the streets with the crew off the hardy-caine
(Rocking popping, cocky, huh)
Dancing all the night with that murder trap, mosh pit train (Woo woo, Rage)
O3 the gang, hunting you, y’all know this Spicydary, aye aye aye (Young Reddy)
My life like a football game,
I could do the 1st down but then there is a fumble, damn well (Hey)
That’s what it supposed to be,
I used to do the cheapy lean and know I’m starting counting bills (Racks)
I’m keeping counting bills, with my bitch at the beach sipping henny sweetie peach (Bitch)
Spicy rap or trap whatever you want
I wanna do this all the life y’all know I’m speaking facts
Like that time that nigga start blame at my ass
Because he was a dumbass cool lil daddy good guy
The punch say to him good guy
You just received a goodbye
Come on lil boy stop crying
Don’t play with reddy like that bitch
People being hating and hating y’all should stop now this shit
The environment turning cold somebody know what it is?
Here comes sniper-bullet reddy shooting up at the club again
(B-b-bullet reddy, grr grr grr)
Rocking outta the streets with the crew off the hardy-caine (Rocking popping cocky, huh)
Dancing all the night with that murder trap, mosh pit train (Woo woo rage)
O3 the gang, hunting you, y’all know this Spicydary, aye aye aye
Okay, Reddy coming with the big shit quick shit explicit
Trapping out the block trippin speeding it flexing
Running up the money homie coming like a zombie
Cousins got my back they got 9s on the lobby
If you don’t stay quiet you might got a bullet-diet
Throwback to the broke era with no bills in my wallet
With no bills in my wallet people thought I was retarded
Ak seven a cachete bloke in another level
Nigga just got famous with that versace sample
F*ck the clout f*ck the clout f*ck the clout (F*ck the clout)
F*ck that shit for real ain’t gon pay momma a house
Gonna buy my momma a house with a brand new car (Skrrt)
Yeah, with a brand new car (Skrrt skrrt)
Got a fresh freestyle (No style)
No style, yeah
No style, yeah
No style, yeah
Spicydary, yeah
Whippin asses, yeah
Going crazy, yeah
Cause you know that we coming with this big ass thing
We turn gangsta mode on, we cannot flip the switch
Flaming the studio wilding baby know how the vibe is
Call now the firefighters tho this shit so lit
I’m so fucking tired of the mediocre pep
Nigga talked fucking fast, last sound was a beep

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Written by: Jose Rojas

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