Bruhmanegod - S.P.W. Lyrics

[Verse]Really ima stab he on he headStab he on he skull, uncomfortableCatch he on he slip, catch he vulnerableI'm off my shit, catch me bust my ventI double the cent, this pot is kekWhere's your common sense?We can't fuckin matchYou cat, fuck ya shootas, i got v.a.t.s, yeaBody blue and black, dash y plant the tackShuffle ya cards, on my blackjack, attack planRap fags stagnant, pull up in a hazmatGo n pack ya bags then[Verse 2]You can call me shatbackRat, i'm a sewer peasant whoresonGang fulla crows n you dont know oneEy i'm supposed to be the bold oneKeep that frontin like you hold gunsHo you tote none, post upI swear to christ you bet not show upMight bust a fuse and blow the show up[Chorus]Thats 1 per list, shoutout to foegunDun dun dun, red clay, n nukkaThrice, finna melt you like some buddaIce, froze up cuz you a bustaThats 1 per list, shoutout to foegunDun dun dun, red clay, n nukkaThrice, finna melt you like some buddaIce, froze up cuz you a busta[Refrain]SewerPeasantWhoresonYou got the keysYou got degreeIon agreeYuhhSewerPeasantWhoresonYou got the keysYou got degreeIon agreeYuhh[Outro]SewerPeasantWhoresonPiss on the floorPiss w the door openIon give a fuckSewerPeasantWhoresonYou got decreesYou got degreeYou do not hold none[Instrumental solo]