Word of Mouth

Shotta Spence
 Von Vuai
 Take no talk from no boy
 I'll never live on my knees, I'm dying on my feet
 I'll never flee never flee
 Everywhere I step I'm stepping with precision
 Move in silence, all you hearing is the crickets
 Spirit of Malcolm X, by any means I'm getting
 Stirring the pot up 'til my wrist bone get to clicking
 Stomach is growling, it sound like a hoopty engine
 I'm praying to God but my actions ain't so Christian
 Gimme the throat, I don't need no lip service from bitches
 I told the bitch stop using your teeth, that's cannibalistic
 Work it work it ooh, pulling up on you
 Where you at, give me your longitude and latitude
 This a fucking coupe, ain't no room for you
 Tell your friends you gotta Uber back to the zoo
 I'm a warrior, got some shooters on my team
 I'm a player for life, bitches hanging off my jeans
 Know I did some people wrong but that's how it had to be
 Lord lord lord, save some room for me
 Watch out
 Gucci Timberlands, I slip my feet in them
 2008 Bape and APC denim
 Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them
 When I get them Rollies believe I'm freezin' them
 Ball out little homie, ball it out
 Call out fake hustlers, call 'em out
 Put your guard up, ain't no time to talk it out
 How do I know where you live, hmm, word of mouth
 I might OD, might OD off this mighty weed
 You take a pull you gon' go, that's some gasoline
 You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
 You want surf and turf, I'm too cheap, you get Mickey D's
 You know that your boys witcha, if they gon' bleed witcha
 If they get money witcha, if they don't chief swishers
 And they not team switching, whenever the plot thickens
 And they would rather take a sentence 'fore they start snitching
 Wanna know who done got my homie shot
 That shit tied my gut in knots
 Pull up on that pussyclaat, put his face to the curb and stomp
 Life is short and then you're gone, so I keep my money long
 Reason why I wrote this song, reason why I'm stunting on 'em