CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Walk in the Spot
Hit a button Morty, give me a beat!
Oh man, okay, alright, um
Ayy, It's recording?
Yup, okay (RaeSam on the beat!), okay, okay, yeah
Sss, sss, slatt, uh, sss, uh, slatt, uh
Yeah
I walk in the spot, they hate me like, "Who is he?"
I don't do much to my jewelry
You rockin' that True Religion, I'm rockin' Ksubi Jeans
f**kin' that b*t*h, she don't know what she do to me
I been that n***a, this fame ain't new to me
Not a friend of a friend, then you cannot get through to me
I get the bag, n***a, gotta cash that
And I still go to class, lil' n***a, gotta pass that
I got the formula, n***a, lab rat
If bro see a opp, he don't shoot, yeah, he stab that
If he turn to a snitch, catch him, yeah, rat trap
If I catch his b*t*h, n***a, I'ma tap that
I'm on his head, n***a, like a snapback
She likin' my pics on the 'gram, tap, tap
He talkin' that sh*t on the internet, like in person he can't lack, lack
Shotta Fam who I'm bangin' with
Two fingers and a thumb, Imma throw it up
You know I'm in a party with the banger tucked
You stupid and dumb, if you thought that we was gonna knuckle up
Why the f**k you think we got these guns for?
One hand on the trigger I pull and shoot gone
I send you up to heaven, now you at home
I ain't squashin' no beef, stop callin' my phone
The murda on my mind, it sit on my dome
The way that I'm livin' my knife turn eighteen
Glock 19, but it got a infrared beam
Mexican flags, what is you repping?
I'm turnin' sh*t into a crime scene
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Damn he says you wasn't even steppin'
When, where, who you?
7.62's knock him out his shoes
BK n***a, I belong in the zoo
They sayin' I'm crazy, and they say I go cuckoo
Servin' up Pamper, it smell like some doo doo
Feds watchin' n***a moves, Hulu
I still tote a hunnid some guns I fooled you
The Glock got hollows, I make it kick back
Take a n***a gun, ay let me get that
Put my d**k up in her mouth, just like a Kit Kat
And I love to shoot this Draco, tryna split a n***a ball cap (Yeah)
Oh man, okay, alright, um
Ayy, It's recording?
Yup, okay (RaeSam on the beat!), okay, okay, yeah
Sss, sss, slatt, uh, sss, uh, slatt, uh
Yeah
I walk in the spot, they hate me like, "Who is he?"
I don't do much to my jewelry
You rockin' that True Religion, I'm rockin' Ksubi Jeans
f**kin' that b*t*h, she don't know what she do to me
I been that n***a, this fame ain't new to me
Not a friend of a friend, then you cannot get through to me
I get the bag, n***a, gotta cash that
And I still go to class, lil' n***a, gotta pass that
I got the formula, n***a, lab rat
If bro see a opp, he don't shoot, yeah, he stab that
If he turn to a snitch, catch him, yeah, rat trap
If I catch his b*t*h, n***a, I'ma tap that
I'm on his head, n***a, like a snapback
She likin' my pics on the 'gram, tap, tap
He talkin' that sh*t on the internet, like in person he can't lack, lack
Shotta Fam who I'm bangin' with
Two fingers and a thumb, Imma throw it up
You know I'm in a party with the banger tucked
You stupid and dumb, if you thought that we was gonna knuckle up
Why the f**k you think we got these guns for?
One hand on the trigger I pull and shoot gone
I send you up to heaven, now you at home
I ain't squashin' no beef, stop callin' my phone
The murda on my mind, it sit on my dome
The way that I'm livin' my knife turn eighteen
Glock 19, but it got a infrared beam
Mexican flags, what is you repping?
I'm turnin' sh*t into a crime scene
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Damn he says you wasn't even steppin'
When, where, who you?
7.62's knock him out his shoes
BK n***a, I belong in the zoo
They sayin' I'm crazy, and they say I go cuckoo
Servin' up Pamper, it smell like some doo doo
Feds watchin' n***a moves, Hulu
I still tote a hunnid some guns I fooled you
The Glock got hollows, I make it kick back
Take a n***a gun, ay let me get that
Put my d**k up in her mouth, just like a Kit Kat
And I love to shoot this Draco, tryna split a n***a ball cap (Yeah)
