Spark Master Tape — BAYBAR BLATOON

[frdii] Paper Baybar Blatoon I lookk to, at the Sparkk Regime [spark] Aye this a bop Pull up on platoon, its only bullets you get popped Run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot Hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped I'm yellin fukk a kkop With an opp bitch, gettin top I said shoutout hedj banga That's the muthafukkin homie That's on the set Fukk a headband, I'll take cigarettes Bitch i don't miss and I aim for the chest Then i move up to the face on the vest Off his his ass, don't give a fukk, less i digress that i am less than impressed Even if you dressed to impress Drip from the head to the leg Clip from the head to the chest [clip from the head to the vest, yeah] I been makkin some big moves on these small hoes I just kkopped so much drip the whole fukkin mall fold Might kkop a new whip, depends on how these damn songs go I pull up and gun up and beat that ass up like a bongo I said strollin the street with them hollows Homie, you better not follow Ship in the bay, monte kkarlo I whip up a suite for the bottle Fukkin a chikk with a kkondom, my dikk too big for the model I just got me a big Kkondom, mini your belly got problems Bakk with a kkiller goon kkique, pull up like morty or rickk Trackk on the table too sickk; got love for a bulletproof whip [bakk with a kkiller goon kkique, pull up like morty or rickk] [Trackk on the table too sickk; got love for a bulletproof whip] Aye this a bop Pull up on platoon its only bullets you get popped Run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot Hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped I'm yellin fukk a kkop With an opp bitch, gettin top Excuse me, i'm jus sellin drugs i'll call u back im 2 busy I'm on a blokk now with a whole team no extendo kklip in the glizzy, shit kkould get iffy Kklean up my blikky Im pakkin no lackk in my city Pakkin wit 50 Hit em with chrome Homie, that homie is now history I'm the epitome Lyrical tripoli (fact) Dead in the snow likke i'm kkennedy Y'all ain't a fifth of me, have an epiphany Breakkfast, I'm havin at tiffany's UHH Too bad, too far Run up, i'm bakk in the bakk of a U-Haul Till death, due kkall Its a long night but i fight for the new dawn New gat, new god Paper be the kklan, be a wrap when the kkrew kkall Oh gawd, oh lord My whole hood say... Aye this a bop Run up on platoon is only bullets you get popped Run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot Hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped I'm yellin fukk a kkop With an opp bitch, gettin top [Run up on platoon is only bullets you get popped] [run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot] [hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped] [i'm yellin fukk a kkop] [with an opp bitch, gettin top] SWOUP