SPICERACK

[Intro: al.divino]
Son, know I mean?
Put a fuckin' rope on ya face, man
No need to do that no more, man (Move that)
Ayo

[Verse: al.divino]
Spice rack [?], still stuntin', told ya already (Already)
Raw resi' stuck to the pot plenty (Plenty)
Wobbles in the Benz, roll up some butter
So many Benjis, know they envy, even though they friendly (I know)
Probably froze your nose, numbers numb the most shit I suppose (I guess)
Break the mold to just pose (Huh?)
Perfected the jux, dusty poles, status qoutes
Me and the Scat close likе blood brothers (Bing-bing!)
The stove makе the plug go ghost (Poof)
Bustin' snow, knocker in the Prada bubble (Bow! Bow!), you both get slung
Wonder why you can't [?]

[Interlude: Swaelo]
[?], nigga, yo (Brrt!)
[?], ayo, yo, yo, yo (Yo)

[Verse 2: Swaelo]
Makin' my dope a mazzalean (Dope mazzalean)
Made millions of the medicine (Woah!)
Leave you dead on the scene
Have a paramedic check you, autopsy (Woo!)
Hootie hot one housin', you ride in a Harley (Brumm-brumm, brumm, brumm-um-um)
Leave you dead in the lobby
Before a [?], shorty Punani, sex is tsunami, I'ma switch to surfin' (Woah!)
Come here, baby, you look too stressed (Yes!)
This ain't [?] duplex (Yes, baby!)
Got in the hood like [?] (No you don't!)
She gotta test for my best friends like "Who's next?" (Woo, yeah, what up, baby?)
Make a digress, hype projects (Aha!)
[?]
Blind shirts says "Brooklyn Nets", I'm on some fly shit (Fly shit, nigga!)

[Outro: Swaelo]
Nah, B, y'all niggas gettin' fucked, come out right now B (God, son)
Got it