Black Spoons

[Intro] Assassins Yeah, uh Look [Verse] My mind carry this info, I share with a pencil (Talk to 'em!) Assassins Hahaha, I used to stare out my window (Uh) See my older homie 19, and he steerin' the Benzo Niggas don't play ball, sellin' raw, they apparently into (They hustle) You see me wearin' this Kenzo hat, you know I did what I been through They sick I'm gettin' money, clearly resentful (They mad) It's spooky, nigga, the shit I spit is very suspenseful (Hah) My bars give you the fear of God, bitch, I'm Jerry Lorenzo (Hahahaha!) Ah, spin through your area, air the extendo (Brrrrr) I recorded this F.O.O.D 4 in a day, it was simple Most of you rap niggas is washed, your career's in a limbo (Y'all washed) You hatin', man, all of these jewels that I wear to offend you (You see my jewels!) Real hustler, I got three phones (Uh) Refrigerator broke, it ain’t no ice, leave that cold water in the sink on, uh (Let that water grind?, my nigga) Rockin' that brick, got my Dior pink on (Talk to 'em) Uh, rockin' that shit, I don't got nothing cheap on (Woooo) You know what we on, pistol whip that nigga, broke his cheekbone (Hold that) Shot him on Doat and Bailey, they found his body on Keystone, uh (Boom boom boom boom!) Gunpowder residue all on my VLONE, ha Write pain like a shot in your right knee bone (Haah) Yeah, you rap about bricks but you broke, that don't even out (Talk to 'em) Give my youngin a blick, he gon' shoot up your people house (Brr) I live everything that I sing about, been through some shit that I really can't speak about I have a fuck nigga wiped for a cheap amount, I fuck them hoes on IG that you dream about I'll call up Kutter, he gon' bring that steamer out, iron on waist so they get every wrinkle out (Uh) Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? Thirty shots ringin' out, ah (Brr) [Outro] Griselda By Fashion Rebels