In my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag [x3]
I got a pinata that's filled with dead rappers
I got a dead rapper that's covered in red like teeny girl mattress
The period done, stealing your funds, we fearing, you done
We livin' in prison, and reapin' the runs
You talkin' that sh**, But you seem innocent
(Spark Master, uhh, Hedj Banga, Paper Platoon)
STOP scheming and looking hard, stop stop stop scheming and looking hard. [x3]
All I know is d** and guns, b**hes
Pop a acid tablet, rabid, alcoholic, pot head, xanax habit got me f**ed
All girls I know is s*uts
All s*uts I know, they blow, so if you want you know you bust
Ey yo I'm Spark miggity Master Tape
In the hood with a barrel so long
I can pop your b**h a** in a lawn chair
While I'm chilling on my own damn lawn
Like Spark Master Tape
Uhh, We get shipments so big
That when we be sipping our sh**
We tripping and sh** might just slip out the sink
Ay, Rizzo, f** what you think
49 roofies in her ma'f**ing drink
49 groupies on my f**ing dick
Cause I roll through my street with a gun by my prick
Snitch, click click, got b**h, mob sh**
Off the topic, f** your gossip
Shot that hostage, now you gone
Donkey of the week Charlemagne the god
Bang that squad sh**
It's on sh**
We k** sh**
Yeah that don sh**
My hoes, b**hes be raunchy
Rock gold linen Versace
Like Spark
(Ooh Mrs charlie, what kind of swoup is you makin')
Guns, guns, b**hes, with me
Guns, guns, b**hes, Spark