Spaghetti - Cdot Honcho, Valee

This the last one in that bitch

Send shorty to the store to get some more 'Woods

Ayy, C-D-O-T, Takeover Gang

And my eyes red from smokin' heavy

And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my bitch to get ready

Turn your skull to spaghetti

Slide, I hope y’all ready

You ain’t 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried

Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis

Still the same nigga, shit changed, I ain’t never switch up

Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a nigga up

That bitch gon' leave here blocked if she ain’t come here to fuck

And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up

I ain’t talkin' 'bout no gas, foe’nem doin' fill-ups

Drop a low-low where you at 'cause foe’nem on the pull-up

Plus, don’t make 'em hop out, when they do that, bring the chalk out

Tinted SRT, my fit Dior, I’m finna park and hop out

Just for nothin', just to get some gas or somethin'

But don’t think we snoozin', we got shells the size of Andre Drummond

Let me let y’all in on somethin', when I was young, I ain’t have nothin' (Nope)

I was born into this shit, my OG made me work for somethin'

My big bro had a 30, we was tryna test it out on somethin'

And niggas worried 'bout catchin' me out, need to go and work on somethin'

Told y’all I got my steppers with me, why the fuck would I be worried 'bout

somethin'?

They snuck in with that fire, give 'em a reason and they torchin' somethin'

And my eyes red from smokin' heavy

And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my bitch to get ready

Turn your skull to spaghetti

Slide, I hope y’all ready

You ain’t 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried

Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis

Still the same nigga, shit changed, I ain’t never switch up

Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a nigga up

That bitch gon' leave here blocked if she ain’t come here to fuck

And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up

Them twenty-four inch Linos cost six bucks, I put 'em on Pirellis

I done hit the bitch from back to Nelly, now my spot the telly

That fifty clip get emptied like confetti, bet they think it’s Belly

Every time I show out, you know I bring a ho out, really

I ain’t got no time for dates, them bitches get cut off like Eddie

Eddie V’s, bitch, I got filet mignon and spaghetti

Gucci flippy-floppies on my feet right now cost nine eleven

I keep that rifle, no Machine Gun Kelly, nigga need a medic

I pull in Valero drivin' frantic, eighty on unleaded

Made your bitch go fetch the D, I’m petty, she eat me like Philly

And my ho got hoes like Missy Elli', bitch finna spread 'em, jelly

My eyes red from smokin' heavy

And this four-five clip about as long as it takes my bitch to get ready

Turn your skull to spaghetti

Slide, I hope y’all ready

You ain’t 50, once you catch this nine, you gon' get buried

Ayy, skrrt off on Pirellis

Still the same nigga, shit changed, I ain’t never switch up

Like an Uber, the Glock came here to pick a nigga up

That bitch gon' leave here blocked if she ain’t come here to fuck

And we put shell in his truck like he just filled it up