Letra Spit Lil Darkie

Spit

Yuh
Haha
You
Yuh

I stick with my niggas
Im stuck with my brothers
Don’t fuck with no others
You talk and you stutter
I’m moving like butter
I’m smooth like a blunt
And I get what I want
Cuz I go and I get it
I know when I got it
Cuz then I can hold it
You folding before you can mold it
Ya future
I roll like a boulder
Move over i bootcha
Don’t drink no kombucha
Cuz that shit is nasty
Smoking a lot so my vocals is raspy
I’m where the wraps be
You where the rats be
Hop in a taxi it look like a quaalude
100 a pill'
That’s a rack that I pay dude
Sour patch kid in my fridge
Dripped with the acid I’m tripping
Im rigid I’m flaccid
I puff and don’t pass it
Until I am satisfied
Act like a hoe best believe I keep that in mind
Look at this tat of mine
Up on my forehead
I’m getting more bread than ever before and
I’m happy I’m sad and I’m angry
I’m all of dat
I love my baby she pretty I call her that
Care bout my woman and care bout my family
You on the floor and I’m up in the canopy
Eating bananas and roaches and centipedes
Harder to trust niggas
Wish there was ten of me
So many try to be friend of me
Few are befriending me
Can’t talk to no one on ketamine
Why you on addies that’s methamphetamine
Take a few shots roll a spliff and I let it be
No one ahead of me
I was gon punch in but then i’d be lazy
Line of sight hazy
Pulling out tulips you pushing on daisies
(Darkie you crazy!)
It always amaze me
How many people inspired
Admire me
All i do spit animate smoking fire tree
"Nigga how high are we?"
Dont ask me
Im asleep in this cryofreeze
Chamber
Ice
I always come with that danger
Pipes
I will not smoke with no stranger
Fights
Sweet baby jesus yo manger
Nice
Won't do that verse til you payed your
Price
Im going up wassup yeah i gotta lotta
Problems up my butt i shit outta hotter
Track i feel it fade, the thought outta bought a
Vice
Im in new heights

Im in new territory
And im very horny
Here to fuck it up until my nuts are busted
Lust encrusted lots of custard
Don’t trust the mustard
Ketchup better
Wetcha bed you bet i get up
Like
Ducking all you mcs
Talking on me
Shot of your screen on ya story
You ain't even tag me, ain't important
I ain't even respond
Hope you respawn
Your career
Nigga disappear
Trigga gripping queer
Is it worth the years?
I wanted nothing but happiness for you
Ain't posting bout you cuz you need the attention
A mention from me start a numbers ascension
Get that on yo own
We some men and we grown
I dont fuck with my phone
Cuz you live in it nigga

Don't
Hahaha