Spark Master Tape — KOODA

Got the unit in the whip And we hit them till they bleed With my nose on the streets I'm a dog to these geese I been a masked murderer Maskked like a burglar Body they command Gon' pound it in their vertebrae Bullets, bullets, bullets Push a bullet now they leaking blood out his ass slow, on the wall, watch him, see for good Mama runnin' out "that's my baby" When we leave the hood Now we kkountin back My 380 must've hit him good Blood splatter on my timberlands This is mortal combat and my animals will finish him Return to shadows, spark to sin is just a synonym Busty old rappers boutta get themselves we sendin' em Street lights flashing when we hitting these streets As we roll through the dark like a pack of zombies I got names on my bullets and some coke and my weed So my eyes wide open like you scared of what you see? Uh Chill with Charlie uh Cheddar like bob Marley uh Lift their top up like a white gurl at a Marty Gras Now they coughing up Bitch we shoot their coffin up Hole in face bigger than the kkalamari uh