Spot (feat. TillBeats, Scrapy Tonaa & Holy B)

I don't got no tolerance
You see me speeding in some shit they gone ask what is this
Im keep a reaper with me cause niggas on some funny shit
Better not run into me you know imma
Nigga im on BT
Put him on a TV
Masking like its covid did a drill cause no one see me
Moving like a undercover nigga you is ah DT
You should see the diamonds on the neck them shits is VV

I hear them croaking and creeging
They be on some froggy shit
A counter felt to the light
I can see thru the fake ness
Bands in coup probably why the hating
They so mad that I got It had no patience
Smoking on the za tesla self drive
Mirror mirror only thing I see is my eyes
Niggas they got no passion passion
Run it up I'm cashing cashing
Try to take it tragic
Now his body wrap plastic

His body wrap in plastic
Now we got to go and stash it
Now you on the news big screen the shit is tragic
Its Till cooking up a check im about to go and cash it
Im laughing at these niggas running overlapping
When we step up in the spot everybody watch
Spent ah 100 on a chain 50 on my watch
Please don't run I still got my Glock
Now they wondering how its in the spot

Just left the bank on my feet again
Casino cashing chips like some pita thin
Keep the pole tuck before I bust a seed again
Toot him eye to eye you can see nothing
Like its not off this Tesla all white
Bitch said she wanna fuck when all night
Go ahead and hit me in the DM
Making white man money and im moving like im Liam
Tru Shit

When we step up in the spot everybody watch
Spent ah 100 on a chain 50 on my watch
Please don't run I still got my Glock
Now they wondering how its in the spot



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Writer(s): Andrew Washington
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