Spice Ln.
    (专辑: Brandon Banks - 2019)
    
    (Zaytoven)   Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a 
bitch (Huh)  Always known for hitting licks  (Robbing taking niggas' shit)  On that kick door shit  Talking cash money shit  A 
hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)  Talking cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)   I 
ain't gotta use my pipe 'cause I 
could slap you like a 
bitch (Bitch)  Old peon ass nigga from the 
shoulders you ain't stiff (Bitch)  Remember posted on the 
Spice I 
had a 
Carbon and four fifths (Uh huh)  When Reload, J-Bo, and Door Hinges took the 
plug down for a 
lick (Ok)  They kicked the 
door and upped the 
pints, the 
pounds and codeine yeah they grabbed it  But they stupid ass forgot he had money in the 
attic (Stupid)  He sent them back a 
text message, crying that "I'm laughin'" (Haha)  But they still took his 50 pounds so they bagged it down and grammed it (What you do?)  Bagging down and gram it (Uh huh)  Put it in a 
sandwich (Goddamn)  Bag with the 
paper tag, selling swag bags (Swag)  TECs with suppressor max, ain't leave Baghdad  Where we act like your friend then take your gas bag  Niggas know I'm janky, wipe your nose Mr. Hanky  Trapping outta Stone Ridge, selling hoes and zones of mid  Where I 
went I 
found my plug Matt and took Jimmy's shit  Me and Ike, took ya back, to the 
trap and fat (Fat, okay)  Now we selling whole pounds, we ain't bussing down (Uh uh)  Ojo got the 
strap, you make a 
move, he bust you down (He bust you)  In the 
trap I'm sleeping on the 
floor, my pallet on the 
ground  I'm like "damn I 
gotta change that", I 
started selling K 
packs  Got 'em for the 
five hunnid, sold 'em for the 
two  Two a 
day, fifteen a 
week, them bitches used to boom (Goddamn)  My walking days was over, I 
copped that matte black Rover (Hey)  And then my bitch got pregnant, goddamn I 
shoulda kept it just a 
(I'm just a)   Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a 
bitch (Huh)  Always known for hitting licks  (Robbing taking niggas' shit)  On that kick door shit  Talking cash money shit  A 
hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)  Talking cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)   Way back in '05, I 
knew mama was fed up (What?)  She put me out the 
house, I 
had to stay with the 
damn plug (Okay)  Hit the 
kitchen, rock whipping, stole a 
gun from my brother (Hey, hey)  Hit the 
trenches, Glock gripping, I 
had corns on my knuckles (Hey, hey)  Niggas know Maxo not for play play (Hell nah)  Dissing Ed and D, aim broad day with the 
AK  Beefing with YM100 man they should've seen it coming  We caught 'em off Kirkwood, Lil' Jordan started gunning (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)  Hit 'em up ba-da-bing, we shot up everything  Niggas screaming "Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (Exactly where we be)  Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the 
Mickey D's  On the 
same block where we lost Baby John and Cheese (Hey)  Bobby selling crack, Fredro toting straps (Crack, straps)  Body bag, toe tags, catch 'em down bad (Catch 'em down bad)  Reload, robbed a 
nigga, no mask, at the 
racetrack (Hey, hey)  I 
hit 'em with the 
okey-dok and sold his dope back (Hey, hey)  I'm just a 
  Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a 
bitch (Huh)  Always known for hitting licks  (Robbing taking niggas' shit)  On that kick door shit  Talking cash money shit  A 
hunnid Ps, ten keys  Talking cash money bricks  Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a 
bitch (Huh)  Always known for hitting licks  Robbing taking niggas' shit  On that kick door shit  Talking cash money shit  A 
hunnid Ps, ten keys  Talking cash money bricks   (What you doing around Spice Lane man?  They'll put you in a 
goddamn casket  And you know what?  I'm never even gonna come to your fucking funeral, motherfucker)