Spitting Fuego
by:
Tom-oh
Say hi to a boss, listen to me spit it I'ma kill it's a given just don't press pause, spit them bars,
Don't go soft when shit geT's hard.
I'ma just grind till the day I die turn water into wine so it's free when I dine out, so new to the game but I tried out, now I hit grandslams while they fly out.
Everybody checkin for the beats that I be wreckin wait a second lemme show you all the beats that I rhyme on, volume up all the way on the iPod, frat star boy witta flow like my god.
I'm ripped, but the bong stay lit, don't blood don't crip I'm white as shit.
Suck it up and just take a hit, do it fast or I'm takin it.
The Ladies think, that I'm out this world, some uh dem call me an Avatar,
Spaceship double as a racin whip, you don't even have a car.
Pop champagne till the death uh me, throw the cork in garbage, rest in peace.
Neva next to leave, always last, ya girl texts me when she wants some ass.
Uh huh, take ya hoe, it's better if you listened to the radio, they don't me play me yo, I'm still waitin fo, a dotted line for my name to go and get,
Signed, got me thinkin I'm gon be next in line, like L O L JK smiley I'm lyin but I'm tryin too.
Word from my lady she don't like it on top, so I roll down the roof uh the coup when it's hot.
I drop that shit, take a rasta rip, getta cloud around the whip like a martian bitch.
Take off from the line like a coke head, pull my hat down low on the forhead,
You get no head, decapitated, when girls gimmie brains, they feel famous.
I get faded, you just a loser, drunken baller, Carlos Boozer.
Facebook users like my page, this beat's sick, might have AIDS.
I get paid, for jammin on the stage, all my friends gettin minimum wage.
I write and rhymes and blaze, blunts overs jays, rooms filled with haze, got weed for days.
Son, G's always tryna take me one on one, cuz I bang their bitch like they bang their guns.
Just for fun, startin beef, put it on a bun sit down to eat.
No parakeet, is flyer than me, I'm who my peers inspires to be.
I'll give you props if you're higher than me, cuz anyone who says that is a liar to me.
Turnin heads, earnin bread, suck at school so I rhyme instead.
Everybody tell me that I'm iller than the rest cuz I spit shit quick no saliva left.
I needa breathe, a ball for stress, a moment away from my computer desk.
