[Verse]
And I'm a Nike Head, my car entice the Feds
My bitches porno-bred, you countin’ corny bread
I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat
Can't sing, but they know Spitta holding C-notes
Critics say that he flow only bout weed
They don't know about me, they just judging from my tweet quotes
Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope
Fuck 'em tho, I'm with my n***as and my bitches
Everywhere we going, my older, he homie flicking pictures
He tripping cause he just came home, locked up all that time
Ain't know that I became a Don
The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on
Welcomed him with open arms, Jet Life
N***as wishin they was in the fold, they ain't, they in the fuckin' cold
I'm in the paint dunking on n***as
Expanding my crib, my garage getting bigger
Call Rozay, tell him sell a donk to a n***a, or point me to the expert builder
I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders
Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners
I'm a be in there chillin, where I parked my other race cars
Clearing out a space for my newest edition
It's Spitta, he master of the Car Talk, no engine
My shit powered by the all-spark, straight sickening