"Spring Fling" lyrics

You already know who it is man, It's DJ Phatt flyest fat nigga you know, you other niggas is never competition ya dig

Nigga ain't hangin' wit no fake gangster, I ain't movin' like that
Huh, How you get yo uzi like that
You put a scope on that bih?
I ain't even talkin' to no fake gangster, fuck around and rob em, hmm (Ha)
I got a ski mask in the back, you talk on the gram watch yo back
You think you want smoke with the Babylife Band Gang
Nigga come to yo house with them .30's
We shooting at pussy niggas, Dejounte Murray
Put 30 on the Glock them bitches call me Curry
Call em roast chicken he get ate like curry
You play with my gang we putting em 6 feet deep, nigga he get buried nigga we in spring fling
I was just fuckin on you for the team, l'm just fuckin on you for the green
Said fuck having goals I don't even dream
Bipolar, I know sometimes I be mean
I'm sober baby this ain't me
Ima jump a bitch, I take this bitch on my spleen
This Glock look just like me, got good genes
I think Kel pulled a XD out his fuckin jeans
Nigga give me 3 wishes get 'em gone nigga like a genie
I caught my opp lacking, stomped his face in some damn moschinos
Disappear with that stick, magic trick, Houdini
Bitch say she got money and she don't even need me
Bitch say she don't love me, fuck around and leave me
Hmm baby I don't think your thinking
Drunk as hell driving, ain't turn on my blinkers
Put a bell on the Glock, let it fly like Tinker
I'm drunk off Ciroc, bitch I love that liquor
This life a hard knock, bitch this gon get bigger
You was finna leave me, I already figured
I'm a changed man, you gotta believe that
Tryna do right, I know you can see that
Got locked up, told my damn gang ima be right back
Told my gang, I don't give a fuck, pop him if he play with top hat
You better not ball, put this on the mob, his ass gon get spanked
I'm tellin you, nobody ever taught me how to motherfuckin rob
I did that job just to get my stripes
Took hella risks just to live this life

Nigga ain't hangin' wit no fake gangster, I ain't movin' like that
Huh, How you get yo uzi like that
You put a scope on that bih?
I ain't even talkin' to no fake gangster, fuck around and rob em, hmm (Ha)
I got a ski mask in the back, you talk on the gram watch yo back
You think you want smoke with the Babylife Band Gang
Nigga come to yo house with them .30's
We shooting at pussy niggas, Dejounte Murray
Put 30 on the Glock them bitches call me Curry
Call em roast chicken he get ate like curry
You play with my gang we putting em 6 feet deep, nigga he get buried nigga we in spring fling
I was just fuckin on you for the team, l'm just fuckin on you for the green
Said fuck having goals I don't even dream
Bipolar, I know sometimes I be mean
I'm sober baby this ain't me
Ima jump a bitch, I take this bitch on my spleen
This Glock look just like me, got good genes
I think Kel pulled a XD out his fuckin jeans

I'm a Don but I wanna be the fuckin Godfather
I take pride when I do this street shit cause' I never see my fuckin father
I got problems aside from the rap shit but it ain't yo problem
Don't ask about it baby, don't even bother
I'm with Jay on the fuckin block, Pop you for a dollar (brrt)

And you now rocking with DJ Phatt nigga (turn up)
Damn DJ Phatt, you too fly