SPIT DAT OUT

[Hook: Kojaque] x2 Spit dat out, spit dat out Get my name from out your mouth Bitch don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse Spit dat out, spit dat out I'm not here to make you proud I won't talk on what don't make me money Boy you're striking out [Verse 1: Kojaque] Talking funny, what about? I'm a king out in the South And the North's been fuckin' with me since my Mammy pushed me out Tryna make a pretty penny With a pen up in the bookies Bet I'll make a milly quicker writing Hate me? Oh you fucked me That's relentless And I meant it when I said the city's buzzin' Somebody [?] and started kicking out my cousins Catching cases, kicking off I want whatever's in your cupboard Take a digger to the Dáil And let the family fuckin' govern Lord above us At least I split it with my brothers You should pay me what you owe me 'fore i snatch you from your covers Boogie man [?] in a black sazuki coming for your mother Make her tell me what I wanna hear Then tell her that I love her [Hook: Kojaque & Luka Palm] x2 Spit dat out, spit dat out (Spit dat, ay) (Spit dat, out) (Spit dat) ...send the police to your spouse Spit dat out, spit dat out I'm not here to make you proud I won't talk on what don't make me money Boy you're striking out [Verse 2: Luka Palm] (Ay) Out in Paris for a day I don't know what day it is, ay Karats on my chain Baby wanna link, ay Henny got us waved She say she don't like to swim but She came with a drip, yeah 100K plays came straight from your chick, ay I don't got no whip (no?) Pull up in a Beyblade, take you for a spin Boy acting too sweet, I might have to break his chin Mayday Mayday, call the medic Girl your man ain't faking sick, ay Luka stay with the energy 100s on me, centipede Got many money, many enemies But the gang glow up like a LED With a alligator on a sweater-vest That's Lacoste and the denim jeans And the whole crew smoking hella weed So how you gon' half threaten me? (How you gon' half threaten me?) [Hook: Kojaque] x2 Spit dat out, spit dat out Get my name from out your mouth Bitch don't make me pull your chain and send the police to your spouse Spit dat out, spit dat out I'm not here to make you proud I won't talk on what don't make me money Boy you're striking out [Outro: Luka Palm] (Spit dat, ay) (Spit dat, out) (Spit dat, ay) (Spit dat, out) (Spit dat, ay) (Spit dat, out) (Spit dat, ay) (Spit dat, out) (Yeah)