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Spiffy Global - Red Neck lyrics

Artist: Spiffy Global

album: Red Neck


Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Pablo Juan, man, Hoodrich shit
Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I got some racks in my skinny Amiris
VS clarity, see my carats clearly
She want them Percs, that X, and them Addys
I want the money, multiply and add it
Shopping and dripping, I made that a habit
Stay with the hitstick, don't play no John Madden
I walk in, he wearing fake chains, he embarrassed
I look like I just came from Paris
Say you get money but barely
Claim that you real but you scary
Got rings on my hand like I'm married
We had the ball so I hit it like Barry
She bad, her ass is fat, damn
Flawless my diamonds, they hit like they Bam-Bam
Drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
Interior blood, but it's white, call it redneck
Rap but I really ballin' like Sheck Wes
Shawty pulled up on me, she want a Percocet
Went to the jeweler, bought a set of baguettes
Shawty too much, she tryna break her neck
Thot bitch, she like when I hit it from the back
Roll up the weed, give no fuck 'bout that
We don't police, you ain't under arrest
Money gang, bitch, we got stacks on deck
357 take his head off his neck
R7, geeked up on Xanax, I wrecked that
Dope boy fresh like I jumped out saran wrap
Catch a pussy nigga, make that nigga take a cat nap
Serve him a slab for that money, no Cash App
Top notch exotic, don't fuck with the bad batch
Walk in the spot, where the meds? Where the bags at?
Hit it and ran off, I smashed and grabbed that
I got some racks in my skinny Amiris
VS clarity, see my carats clearly
She want them Percs, that X, and them Addys
I want the money, multiply and add it
Shopping and dripping, I made that a habit
Stay with the hitstick, don't play no John Madden
I walk in, he wearing fake chains, he embarrassed
I look like I just came from Paris
Say you get money but barely
Claim that you real but you scary
Got rings on my hand like I'm married
We had the ball so I hit it like Barry
She bad, her ass is fat, damn
Flawless my diamonds, they hit like they Bam-Bam
Drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
Interior blood, but it's white, call it redneck

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