Spark Master Tape — Blassta

[Intro: Spark Master Tape] Now I been to church, been to mosque Try to speak to God, still I'm lost, no response Get the call that my boy is gone Another day when I feel grey, then I feel grape [Chorus: Spark Master Tape] One thing 'bout music when it out Two hunnid in the bank, two hunnid in the bank [Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] Yeah, well it's the big Spark Master, rollin' with the Blassta Shoot a little Uzi, and I shoot a little faster, I— Walkin' through my hood, yeah, this mob shit Shoot my pistol 'till my ass exhausted Bitch, I want that cake and I want frosting I'm a cold stone, stone-cold Steve Austin I'm a pepper Don tweak And pickin' peppers at the less addressed, Russian [?] I ain't got no better lines Chick, I'm Yoshi with the tongue Horse dick, you should bet on mine Ayy, I'm Blanco with the plug Ryu with hadoukens and red Fanta's in my cup This shit is too vivid I live it Triple my digits, I think your style is a figment I'm Sigmund Freud with my bitches [Chorus: Spark Master Tape] One thing 'bout music when it out Two hunnid in the bank, two hunnid in the bank [Verse 2: Spark Master Tape] Yeah, well it's the big Spark Master, rollin' with the Blassta Shoot a little Uzi, and I shoot a little faster I, I, I should take a walk inside my park And tag my parts like I was Bart. and tear apart a car for parts Listen, I'm happy up And half of Havana's in Atlanta, ayy, this gon' be my dope It's like I'm filming for a stand-up