Hit the Spot (feat. KMoney)
I hit the spot
Wit my glock it's in my pants
You see a dot
You best get running wit yo mans
I shoot my shot
Issa bullet to yo head
Yo body rot
Told you niggas I'm not playing
Heard you niggas all been scared
Of yj stepping in yo land I hit the spot
I'm wit the gang and we just xd out on yo mans
And why yo girl up on my pants tryna take a nigga xans i
So do my dance up out that bitch and then I let the choppa rant
(Let's go)
Niggas be talking ion play bout my dough
Makin 10k off the mfkn show
Hop in the whip and I'm hitting the road
Got me a bitch ion need me a hoe
My niggas so Slimey it drip from our nose
Steppin on niggas I keep it 10 toes
If you is my brother then stick to code
Ball on these niggas like I'm derick rose
(Sheesh)
I just made all this money
I did it so fast it's not funny
(Sheesh)
All these niggas is dummy
I sip on the drink hurt my tummy
(Sheesh)
Why yo bitch wanna love me
Just keep her way far from around
(Sheesh)
I'm in love with the money
I'm steady gon stack up these hunnids
Niggas bitchin on the internet we gon give it to em
K money pop out wit a tech he finna give it to em
Niggas always trippin bout they set I'm finna send it through him
Wacky in my cup onto the next wich opp gon get it soon
Okay they that he a reaper
Well my .223 a reaper too
Pop up on his ass
Hit his ass wit a peak a boo
I don't bang but you can
Catch me riding wit a woo
I be off that purple and
That red and sometimes green too
Hold up wait give me a minute
Ima switch it up I ain never lack in
Keep a blick ain got my double cup
It's fuck the world that's why
I keep two middle fingers up
And it's fuck the system
Why they keep locking my brother up
They say the feds on my ass ion give a fuck
Ran down on that boy and told them give it up
K Money keep that semi tucked
And you know he quick to buss
This white boy he don't give a fuck
KD he stay high as duck
Seen a opp we fire him up
Step out in the party Straight
Designer I stay fly as fuck
Big ass glock don't test ya luck
Make sure you ain chestin up
Bryant probably shot em but
K money popped em up
Wacky in my soda cup
I hit the spot
Wit my glock it's in my pants
You see a dot
You best get running wit yo mans
I shoot my shot
Issa bullet to yo head
Yo body rot
Told you niggas I'm not playing
Wit my glock it's in my pants
You see a dot
You best get running wit yo mans
I shoot my shot
Issa bullet to yo head
Yo body rot
Told you niggas I'm not playing
Heard you niggas all been scared
Of yj stepping in yo land I hit the spot
I'm wit the gang and we just xd out on yo mans
And why yo girl up on my pants tryna take a nigga xans i
So do my dance up out that bitch and then I let the choppa rant
(Let's go)
Niggas be talking ion play bout my dough
Makin 10k off the mfkn show
Hop in the whip and I'm hitting the road
Got me a bitch ion need me a hoe
My niggas so Slimey it drip from our nose
Steppin on niggas I keep it 10 toes
If you is my brother then stick to code
Ball on these niggas like I'm derick rose
(Sheesh)
I just made all this money
I did it so fast it's not funny
(Sheesh)
All these niggas is dummy
I sip on the drink hurt my tummy
(Sheesh)
Why yo bitch wanna love me
Just keep her way far from around
(Sheesh)
I'm in love with the money
I'm steady gon stack up these hunnids
Niggas bitchin on the internet we gon give it to em
K money pop out wit a tech he finna give it to em
Niggas always trippin bout they set I'm finna send it through him
Wacky in my cup onto the next wich opp gon get it soon
Okay they that he a reaper
Well my .223 a reaper too
Pop up on his ass
Hit his ass wit a peak a boo
I don't bang but you can
Catch me riding wit a woo
I be off that purple and
That red and sometimes green too
Hold up wait give me a minute
Ima switch it up I ain never lack in
Keep a blick ain got my double cup
It's fuck the world that's why
I keep two middle fingers up
And it's fuck the system
Why they keep locking my brother up
They say the feds on my ass ion give a fuck
Ran down on that boy and told them give it up
K Money keep that semi tucked
And you know he quick to buss
This white boy he don't give a fuck
KD he stay high as duck
Seen a opp we fire him up
Step out in the party Straight
Designer I stay fly as fuck
Big ass glock don't test ya luck
Make sure you ain chestin up
Bryant probably shot em but
K money popped em up
Wacky in my soda cup
I hit the spot
Wit my glock it's in my pants
You see a dot
You best get running wit yo mans
I shoot my shot
Issa bullet to yo head
Yo body rot
Told you niggas I'm not playing
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Writer(s): Jaiden Mcelroy
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