Shotta Spence - Word Of Mouth lyrics

[Intro] Shotta Spence Von Vuai Take no talk from no boy I'll never live on my knees, I'm dying on my feet I'll never flee never flee [Verse 1] Everywhere I step I'm stepping with precision Move in silence, all you hearing is the crickets Spirit of Malcolm X, by any means I'm getting Stirring the pot up 'til my wrist bone get to clicking Stomach is growling, it sound like a hoopty engine I'm praying to God but my actions ain't so Christian Gimme the throat, I don't need no lip service from b**hes I told the b**h stop using your teeth, that's cannibalistic Work it work it ooh, pulling up on you Where you at, give me your longitude and latitude This a f**ing coupe, ain't no room for you Tell your friends you gotta Uber back to the zoo I'm a warrior, got some shooters on my team I'm a player for life, b**hes hanging off my jeans Know I did some people wrong but that's how it had to be Lord lord lord, save some room for me [Verse 2] Watch out Gucci Timberlands, I slip my feet in them 2008 Bape and APC denim Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them When I get them Rollies believe I'm freezin' them Ball out little homie, ball it out Call out fake hustlers, call 'em out Put your guard up, ain't no time to talk it out How do I know where you live, hmm, word of mouth I might OD, might OD off this mighty weed You take a pull you gon' go, that's some gasoline You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep You want surf and turf, I'm too cheap, you get Mickey D's You know that your boys witcha, if they gon' bleed witcha If they get money witcha, if they don't chief swishers And they not team switching, whenever the plot thickens And they would rather take a sentence 'fore they start snitching Wanna know who done got my homie shot That sh** tied my gut in knots Pull up on that p**yclaat, put his face to the curb and stomp Life is short and then you're gone, so I keep my money long Reason why I wrote this song, reason why I'm stunting on 'em