"Blakk Spatzz" lyrics - JID

JID

"Blakk Spatzz"

feat. V & M. P

[Chorus:]
Do you worry what the fuck I got done
I'm on some dope shit
Worry 'bout the women I'm fuckin'
Go get your own bitch
Worry 'bout who paper you [scrape? Who bread the longest?] / But
She ain't worried when them shots
Ring out in the club [puh puh puh puh puh]
Worry when we walk on the scene
My team the strongest
Team strong as us
Your bitch bitch belong with us
Yea in paper we trust
We on some strongest
We on the stongest
We on some strong shit

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Three things you know about me
I'm with a South bitch on South Beach in South Beaches
These hoes hang offa the words that the mouth preaches
So I give their ass king shit [king shit] bass head and benz shit
Imma be shit like 36 and YellaBlack
But as early as before that nigga got hella fat
Little Dante down the street had hella gats
So you live and you die like that, that's a fact
Rest in piece, smoke a blunt, fuck a black
Little ass gangsters, tough ass niggas need spankin'
Mama ain't hug you, niggas all tough
'Til the pressure hit the fan, little nigga be a man
Big paper gon' stand in the courthouse
Wish you had a fatty ass uncle that went to [?]
He could be a lawyer, get the boy out
But nah you got a public defender
Spend all your bread givin' money to women

[Verse 2: V]
My niggas hit the club and put on bottles by the cases
1800, Remy, Patron I need a waitress
[?], Jagermeister, we goin' crazy
Insane, sick outta [?] they pay me [?]
We can pull out the drawers and play a cadence
Now the whole club take off like planes racin'
[?] first class like the bosses
Team stronger no fuckin' on [? ?] wit' your hoes you feel assaulted
Skip the line [off this trigger where?] what it cost me
Passport stamped in overseas [bars?]
Walkin' through the back [?] in kitchens in calamari
Hotel suite accros the street from Ferrari
Autobahn in my own lane they can't stop me (screech)
[?] watch how many niggas gonn' die
Same fool's tryin' to get in free like you got me

[Verse 3: M. P]
(MP!) Return of the mack
I'm back the walkin' heart attack
I take your bitch and give her back
Ooo I meant sell her back
I'm sellin' bitches, sellin' pack
Swear I been to hell and back
All these bitches on their knees
Thank God I was hella strapped
I'm talkin' gold [?] and gold pistols
No fuckin' 'round I tried to buy some gold missiles (gold missiles)
Catch you in the club on your favourite fight song
Shots ring out, bet they turn the lights on
(Buh buh buh buh buh)
Catch me with the lights on dressed light
No ice on, 'bouta million blunts all strong, all rolled long
I'm strong team the long way, my high [?]
Smokin' nothin' less than an [?]
Hell yea

[Outro:]
Do you worry what the fuck I got done
I'm on some dope shit
Worry 'bout the women I'm fuckin'
Go get your own bitch
Worry 'bout who paper you [scrape? Who bread the longest?]
But she ain't worried when them shots
Ring out in the club (closin')
Worry when we walk on on the scene
My team the strongest
Team strong as us
Your bitch bitch belong with us
Yea in paper we trust
We on some strongest
We on the stongest
We on the strong shit
We on the stongest
We on the strong shit
We on the strong shit
We on the strong shit
We on the stongest
We on some strong shit

Route Of Evil (2012)