Spy on You Lyrics

yo'
lets wild out singin' violent songs
sayin' were the music like all night long
taking shots to tha chest like from a 9 on 4'4
Bar to to the brain too much lime in my so coat
But i aint really trying to stop so i gunnin with
my pinky up in the air and a hand full of honeys
And as far as these primadonnas im on it like
I got a Jacob on my wrist like i got it like i cop on it
Word!