Lyrics Spider-Man - Sy

Bro made it he talking bout Stan Lee
I aint talk to no spider but making the webs on her face like a man so she cant see
Yuh trip off the walls and they get on my
Trap like a boogie im talking bout muddy
Feeling her up but she call me her buddy
I did it to gang say is all about money and I aint talking no shit aint nun of this funny

Got no hood on the hood have the strap and the tool they be pushin me back on Soundview

Have they street on they name watch me cross on they road aint lockin em up on no avenue

Bling on the wrist and she call me her duddy
Know that she know that she really aint love me
I flex with the gang on the flics
But we flexin the stash and we keeping it runnin

Feel me is what i would say cause
These bitches wanna talk to me
They leave me a hint but they changin they mind fucking thats what up messed up to me
Tryna say whats up to me
I'd share them a piece of my time
But they about what mille i got on me
They think its up to me
Going on shit lookin up to me

Like I was dragged out of my place
Had to leave my own values behind
Couldn't done to a big steppa
Callled my acts far outta line
Ima be real with ya my shi wasnt a crime
Steal with ya start with a bad lime
Taking my goals to high on the chart gotta hurry fore I run out of time

Yuh
Got Sy Bandz

Real shit cap shit no hands
Don't give two shits dolla shit

No bands
No mans

Bro made it he talking bout Stan Lee
I aint talk to no spider but making the webs on her face like a man so she cant see
Yuh trip off the walls and they get on my
Trap like a boogie im talking bout muddy
Feeling her up but she call me her buddy
I did it to gang say is all about money and I aint talking no shit aint nun of this funny