SPIT - Lil Darkie

I stick with my niggas

I’m stuck with my brothers

Don’t fuck with no others

You talk and you stutter

I’m moving like butter

I’m smooth like a blunt

And I get what I want

Cuz I go and I get it

I know when I got it

Cuz then I can hold it

You folding before you can mold it

Ya future

I roll like a boulder

Move over I bootcha

Don’t drink no kombucha

Cuz that shit is nasty

Smoking a lot so my vocals is raspy

I’m where the wraps be

You where the rats be

Hop in a taxi it look like a quaalude

100 a pill?

That’s a rack that I pay dude

Sour patch kid in my fridge

Dripped with the acid I’m tripping

I’m rigid I’m flaccid

I puff and don’t pass it

Until I am satisfied

Act like a hoe best believe I keep that in mind

Look at this tat of mine

Up on my forehead

I’m getting more bread than ever before and

I’m happy I’m sad and I’m angry

I’m all of dat

I love my baby she pretty I call her that

Care bout my woman and care bout my family

You on the floor and I’m up in the canopy

Eating bananas and roaches and centipedes

Harder to trust niggas

Wish there was ten of me

So many try to be friend of me

Few are befriending me

Can’t talk to no one on ketamine

Why you on addies that’s methamphetamine

Take a few shots roll a spliff and I let it be

No one ahead of me

I was gon punch in but then I’d be lazy

Line of sight hazy

Pulling out tulips you pushing on daisies

Darkie you crazy!

It always amaze me

How many people inspired

Admire me

All I do spit animate smoking fire tree

Nigga how high are we?

Don’t ask me

I’m asleep in this cryofreeze

Chamber

Ice

I always come with that danger

Pipes

I will not smoke with no stranger

Fights

Sweet baby Jesus yo manger

Nice

Won’t do that verse til you payed your

Price

I’m going up wassup yeah I gotta lotta

Problems up my butt I shit outta hotter

Track I feel it fade, the thought outta bought a

Vice

Im in new heights

I’m in new territory

And I’m very horny

Here to fuck it up until my nuts are busted

Lust encrusted lots of custard

Don’t trust the mustard

Ketchup better

Wetcha bed you bet I get up

Like

Ducking all you MCs

Talking on me

Shot of your screen on ya story

You ain’t even tag me, ain’t important

I ain’t even respond

Hope you respawn

Your career

Nigga disappear

Trigga gripping queer

Is it worth the years?

I wanted nothing but happiness for you

Ain’t posting bout you cuz you need the attention

A mention from me start a numbers ascension

Get that on yo own

We some men and we grown

I don’t fuck with my phone

Cuz you live in it nigga