Spot 'Em (feat. Ap Bands)
Grrr, gang, gang gang gang
Yeo AP what's rocking? (Gang gang gang)
Grah, grah, grah grah boom
Bow bow bow (Baby come fuck with the bands)
Grah, grah, grah grah boom
Hold on, suck my dick
Baby come fuck wit the bands
Ticket to death or a ticket to france
.38 locked down in my pants
Shorty a demon she suck with no hands
Bitches get shot with they mans
Anytime that I spot em he ran
Keep a knock so don't ask me to dance
Anytime that I spot em he ran
You said that it's up so it's lit
When you see me don't run don't dip
You talking on AP you really a bitch
Got to slide with the grip niggas not with the fists
Niggas lining up who? you get popped in your shit
My niggas roll with the grip
He woke up one morning he thought he was lit
Fuck is you doing you really a bitch
You could get shot in your face
All eyes on me so i'm ducking the jakes
At this point in my life ain't no room for mistakes
And i'm giving whatever it takes
Say you want beef so let's get it shaking
You thought this a game the way you be playing
Had to go get it couldn't sit around waiting
That boy tried to run so we had to chase him
Baby come fuck with the bands
Ticket to death or a ticket to france
.38 locked down in my pants
Shorty a demon she suck with no hands
Bitches get shot with they mans
Anytime that I spot em he ran
Keep a knock so don't ask me to dance
Anytime that I spot em he ran
All you niggas is wack
Beam with the clip he got shots to his back
Don't try to run down nigga you will get slapped
If I spin with a mask all black don't lack
Got to keep me a sitch you know that's the facts
Talk on my gang watch how niggas react
They be sucking my shit on the live for the act
Gotta ride for my gang gonna keep it a stack
How the fuck you gon beef for a hoe and don't got no pole
Am I gon' make it home? only god really know
(Grr Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang)
Don't know why they hate me
Couple knockers the fuck is a safety
Pray that my brother gon' make it home safely
Toting all chops how the fuck you gon chase me
Baby come fuck wit the bands
Ticket to death or a ticket to france
.38 locked down in my pants
Shorty a demon she suck with no hands
Bitches get shot with they mans
Anytime that I spot em he ran
Keep a knock so don't ask me to dance
Anytime that I spot em he ran (Ricckkkyyy)
Suck my dick nigga
Grr bow, bow bow bow
Yeo AP what's rocking? (Gang gang gang)
Grah, grah, grah grah boom
Bow bow bow (Baby come fuck with the bands)
Grah, grah, grah grah boom
Hold on, suck my dick
Baby come fuck wit the bands
Ticket to death or a ticket to france
.38 locked down in my pants
Shorty a demon she suck with no hands
Bitches get shot with they mans
Anytime that I spot em he ran
Keep a knock so don't ask me to dance
Anytime that I spot em he ran
You said that it's up so it's lit
When you see me don't run don't dip
You talking on AP you really a bitch
Got to slide with the grip niggas not with the fists
Niggas lining up who? you get popped in your shit
My niggas roll with the grip
He woke up one morning he thought he was lit
Fuck is you doing you really a bitch
You could get shot in your face
All eyes on me so i'm ducking the jakes
At this point in my life ain't no room for mistakes
And i'm giving whatever it takes
Say you want beef so let's get it shaking
You thought this a game the way you be playing
Had to go get it couldn't sit around waiting
That boy tried to run so we had to chase him
Baby come fuck with the bands
Ticket to death or a ticket to france
.38 locked down in my pants
Shorty a demon she suck with no hands
Bitches get shot with they mans
Anytime that I spot em he ran
Keep a knock so don't ask me to dance
Anytime that I spot em he ran
All you niggas is wack
Beam with the clip he got shots to his back
Don't try to run down nigga you will get slapped
If I spin with a mask all black don't lack
Got to keep me a sitch you know that's the facts
Talk on my gang watch how niggas react
They be sucking my shit on the live for the act
Gotta ride for my gang gonna keep it a stack
How the fuck you gon beef for a hoe and don't got no pole
Am I gon' make it home? only god really know
(Grr Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang)
Don't know why they hate me
Couple knockers the fuck is a safety
Pray that my brother gon' make it home safely
Toting all chops how the fuck you gon chase me
Baby come fuck wit the bands
Ticket to death or a ticket to france
.38 locked down in my pants
Shorty a demon she suck with no hands
Bitches get shot with they mans
Anytime that I spot em he ran
Keep a knock so don't ask me to dance
Anytime that I spot em he ran (Ricckkkyyy)
Suck my dick nigga
Grr bow, bow bow bow
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Writer(s): Antonio N
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