Spark

Lyrics: Namil Bridges Music: Namil Bridges (Turn that bass up, Diplomat) I know what you tryna do, you trusting my heart No, you cannot leave me in the dark Pull up with choppers, it's gon' make a spark You do not know what I got on my arm I'm a real runner, I'm running it up No Lil Tecca, but you out of luck You call me trash, but lil' nigga, you suck Run up on me, little nigga, you dumb *****, you know I got the two tons by my side I turn your forty-four to forty-five I wanna know, are you down to ride? Talk down on me, well boy, say goodbye You say you got money, I know it's a lie I broke your heart, please don't cry You hating on me for why? L-O-L nigga you dumb I keep my chopper all day, please don't **** with me Nigga, are you dumb, why your ***** so ugly? You say I'm your son, but don't you look up to me? Lil' nigga, why you ducking me? 600 got M's, I said about roughly I'ma check my phone, but lil' girl, you not touching me Don't care if I'm late, but you are not rushing me Fly a girl, she from Russia I'm still applying that pressure That nigga Nicky to wrestle I run to the money, you don't got the hustle I ball like a Rocket, you can call me Russell If she a thotty, you know I can't cuff her I'm driving that foreign straight off like I'm [?] I just wanna ****, I don't wanna cuddle My diamonds so wet like I stepped in a puddle I know what you tryna do I know what you tryna do I know what you tryna do I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, ooh Oh, woah, woah Man, I know what you tryna do, you trusting my heart No, you cannot leave me in the dark Pull up with choppers, it's gon' make a spark You do not know what I got on my arm I'm a real runner, I'm running it up No Lil Tecca, but you out of luck You call me trash, but lil' nigga, you suck Run up on me, little nigga, you dumb *****, you know I got the two tons by my side I turn your forty-four to forty-five I wanna know, are you down to ride? Talk down on me, well boy, say goodbye 600 real [?] You know I'm flying, I'm just like a kite