Spaghetti - Yung Mal

I got bustdown rocks

Yeah, baguettes in my watch

I got hundreds in my knot

Yeah, came from the bottom, feel good on top

Young nigga big dawg, got hood on lock

Hold up, woah, woah, so many stash spots

The front end just came in

No lie, my bank account got a lot

I got blue face, lil' bitch, we finna bust down these thotianas

Fuck the bitch, I want her mama

Big boss, I’ll never be a runner

Yeah, got cash money like Stunna

Walk on the block, we make it thunder, bitch, get an umbrella

They know I’m one hell of a fella

Chopper gon' chop shit just like propellor

Yeah, inside white, yeah, just like vanilla

Ain’t gettin' no cash, shut up

Bitch had already knew I had bands on bands when I met her

I got my shit together

Used to be shit, now I shine forever

Diamonds water, changin' the weather

I take a loss, get it back, no pressure

I knew this shit was gon' get big one day

But this shit here beyond, drastic measure

Blessed lil' bastard, got too much cheddar

Pulled up in a Corvetta

Strapped when I walk through the metal detector

Ho, we got Glocks, .223's, and Berettas

Spot full of hoes, Hugh Hefner, huh

I kill the prey, I’m the predator

Bitch got blocked, couldn’t fit in my schedule

Run up them bands, yeah, that’s what you better do

Hmm, never goin' broke, got federal

Niggas ain’t gettin' no pass to my ghetto

I bust down my bezel

Never goin' out sad, you got me bent like a pretzel

Geeked up, answer the phone like, «Hello?»

Got 1'5 on my back, Carmelo

She make it shake, Jell-O

No, I’m not YB but I ride around with lil' Draco

Huh, I got your head faneto

Big booty bitch, fell asleep at her condo

Iceburg cold, I feel like El Gato

Paint the bitch face, yeah, just like Picasso

You don’t wanna make me call Lil Co

Shawty gon' pull up, Lil Trip hangin' out the window

Ride with Lil CJ, Lil Foo, them my migos

Gudda Tay on every beat, not cheap, ho

Big at the glass house and he peepin' out windows

Mulu trappin' the bowl

Free J-Lou, heard he stuck to the code

My nigga Corey still posted at the store

Me and P-Rock used to sleep on the floor

My nigga at it, he with it

I got bustdown rocks

Yeah, baguettes in my watch

I got hundreds in my knot

Yeah, came from the bottom, feel good on top

Young nigga big dawg, got hood on lock

Hold up, woah, woah, so many stash spots

The front end just came in

No lie, my bank account got a lot

I got blue face, lil' bitch, we finna bust down these thotianas

Fuck the bitch, I want her mama

Big boss, I’ll never be a runner

Yeah, got cash money like Stunna

Walk on the block, we make it thunder, bitch, get an umbrella

They know I’m one hell of a fella