Spooky (feat. Jay Litoo)

Yea it's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here Lito/Gusto on the beat All these bitches on meat To much bitches got treesh But you know I gotta leave Bro you know I'm going hard Super hard superstar of the league And you know I got a big gun Peep the gray shorts for the tease All these niggas sitting court side They watch how I dump on the beat Niggas thought it would never be me But I'm counting my blessings Lil nigga made it out the trenches I see a bag and I get to the running I came up from nothin Them bitches were frontin I pop out wit diamonds They like how I'm stuntin She wanna fuck wit the best I came out the whip, yeah She Know who the boss is Young nigga flexin he flossin Came out the mud gettin Green like it's Boston Niggas gon envy So I'm Crackin the can over that Nigga head like he Austin But young nigga flexin He restless He paid He stackin his bread like it's Tetris But tell me Why these bitches like me Prolly cuz my vision shiny Dripper Game is Fucken grimy Spitting bars just like a Tommy Like a Tommy With Blat and the boom Bars alining, stars are shinning Lito throw the fucken oop We fucken shinning Lito/Gusto with the gang Got the gang going stupid You could try to hide your face But I could see them tities moving And I can beat that ass shaking Cuz I got that bread that bacon Bitch ain't want me I Was basic I was stuck inside the basement Ayee what It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky It's getting spooky in here It's getting spooky in here But fuck wat they gotta say Ima hop on the track Ima do the race I been hopped in my bag That mean straight to the cash I been cuddling racks Yeah u know that's a fact Flexing a Cuban Baguettes on splash Making a movie They told me act bad Poppin the dusse Look treesh in the back Grabbing her hair While I'm up in her ass Speed it up Ass is fat so poke it up Geeking up Oh my gawd we geeking up Got the bag n got the stuff Sit back, relax and bun the runtz Just like soccer we kick it up Pack it up And you know we smoke it up Coke it up Broke it up She soak it up Let me show you off Take the L and get to thinking Shake it off the bag is waiting Fuck that bitch her back be aching She keep running I gotta chase it And you know I got the bag And you know I'm boutta to stash it And you know I got the pack A nigga higher then Aladdin Take the risk and get to dashing And you know I'm fucken spazzing And you know a nigga trappin Got the bricks inside the attic Yea, keep going, keep going, yea Nigga it's lethal shit Call me litoo bitch Peep the wrist You a lil trick You could have the kids Inside your mouth I ain't playing no house Tell that bitch go south You a lil bitch and I'm hella big Pockets hella thick And I got the gift Dam I'm hella sick Dam I'm hella sick