Spadez - Underdog lyrics

They used to pass up on my shit
(pass up on my shit)
Now I'ma have to go ahead and gas
Up on this shit (skrt)
Show my ass up on this shit
They used to think that I was average
I been fuckin' strippers out in
Dallas like a Maverick (sheesh)

(She fuck, she fuck)
She fuck with me 'cause I don't give a fuck
(ay) i done seen some people losing hope
They giving up (damn)
I done seen some bitches, think they lost
They always in the club tryin' to find love
In all of the wrong places
Why all the long faces
You need to lighten up
Talk less, do more, fuck shit
I don't have no room for it
You looking for attention and


I can't afford it (no, no)
I can't pay you none
Talkin' 'bout an L, I don't mind takin' one
(I don't, I did)
I got real ones who fuckin' with me
(they fuckin' with me)
So that fake shit don't mean nothin' to me

This shit for the underdogs
They was hatin' on me
I ain't even mad at y'all
This shit for the underdogs, the underdogs
Yeah
Now my bitches showin' up without no drawers
Yeah this shit for the underdogs
They was hatin' on me
I ain't even mad at y'all
(this shit, this shit)
This shit for the underdogs, the underdogs
Yeah i ain't pickin' up your calls
Unless it's money involved (brr, brr)

I came here for a reason
Not just for a season bitch
I'm on my Q's, I'm on my P's and shit
Fuck it, I'ma keep it lit
I used to be movin' them Q's
I used to be movin' them P's and shit

(She fuck, she fuck)
She fuck with me 'cause I don't give a fuck
(uh uh) i done seen some people losing hope
They giving up (why)
I done seen some bitches, think they lost
They always in the club (mmm, mmm, mmm)
Tryin' to find love
In all of the wrong places
Why all the long faces
You need to lighten up
Talk less, do more, fuck shit
I don't have no room for it (room for it
You looking for attention and
I can't afford it (I can't)
I can't pay you none
Talkin' 'bout an L, I don't mind takin' one
(I don't, I did)
I got real ones who fuckin' with me
(they fuckin' with me)
So that fake shit don't mean nothin' to me

This shit for the underdogs
They was hatin' on me
I ain't even mad at y'all
This shit for the underdogs, the underdogs
Yeah (yeah)
Now my bitches showin' up without no drawers
Yeah this shit for the underdogs
They was hatin' on me
I ain't even mad at y'all
(this shit, this shit)
This shit for the underdogs, the underdogs
Yeah i ain't pickin' up your calls
Unless it's money involved

You you been puttin' in that work
This shit for you
Even when that shit be hurtin', ooh
This shit for you
I could never fake the funk
All I know is the truth
If you 'bout that, 'bout that bag, ooh
This shit for you
This shit for the underdogs (yessir)
When I come up
You know I'm bringin' all my dawgs with me
When it come to people I could trust
I'm picky (why?)
I done seen people switch up
That shit was trippy (whoa)

This shit for the underdogs
They was hatin' on me
I ain't even mad at y'all (ooh, ooh)
This shit for the underdogs, the underdogs
Yeah (yeah)
Now my bitches showin' up without no drawers
Yeah (aha)
This shit for the underdogs (uh huh)
They was hatin' on me
I ain't even mad at y'all
(this shit, this shit)
This shit for the underdogs, the underdogs
Yeah (yeah)
I ain't pickin' up your calls
Unless it's money involved

"You know what, I'm about to say it
(do it, say it)
I don't care that you broke your elbow"