On a Tee

Lyrics

[Intro: SpotEmGottem] (Thanks, Yakree) Fuck nigga, back the fuck up (T this bitch up, Tone) [Chorus: SpotEmGottem] Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee (Ayy) Face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets (Go) Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep No more hot cars, I got it rented for the whole week (Whole week) [Verse 1: SpotEmGottem] What's that in the air? Smell like bap, that shit there cheap as hell Can't wait to catch that rappin'-ass nigga, I'm tryna send my shooter there Go, dead— yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dead nigga When I tweak out, yeah, his head bigger Tryna score for two, but they hit for four, fuck one of them main niggas Or I just call lil' Moe, put some chains on your brain, nigga Two niggas, they got shh by a Ruger by the same nigga Okay, I'm on that car right there, we switchin' lanes, get him This a leaky blunt, I don't think big Meechie can fit in there I'm the party starter, get the party started, I'm like, "Yeah" [Chorus: SpottemGottem] Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee Face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep No more hot cars, I got it rented for the whole week [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Hmm, yeah, bitch, I get to tweakin' out Pop a bean, caught them boys lackin' when they was eatin' out Fifty bands stuffed in my 'Miris, we brought them demons out Send your pussy ass to the sky so he can see the clouds Ayy, bitch, I ain't got no sense Little switchy on that FN look like a phone chip Do the opps like back in the day, them niggas '06 Why you think we shoot hundred rounds? Because we don't miss Black Dior shades on my eyes because I lean a lot Need to quit that syrup right now, it make me pee a lot Fuck around and rob my plug— mm I mean, I'll rob my plug for like half 'cause I ain't need a lot We don't measure drank when we sippin', yeah, we just pour the numbers (Pour it) Got a dog house in Atlanta, do Robert Horry numbers Finna cut new Cullinan on Forgis, yeah, that's before the summer (Forgis) Turn that chopper up like a Hemi, I'm tryna motor something Hmm, ooh, these niggas real rappers I make music and I drop shit, guess I'm a drill rapper Shoot that glizzy, then clean it off, I got some real manners Couple million sittin' in the safe, look like a steel cabinet [Verse 3: SpottemGottem] Hold on, glick in my palm, get to shootin' this bitch (Shootin' this bitch) Palm Angels all on my ass, Louis on my kicks (All on my ass) Baby, I'm the don (I'm the don) We like murder shit and you know I'm the one (You know I'm the fuckin' one) Aim my switch at you, bet I chi-chi Dead opp, I just got dead niggas in my lungs (Dead niggas in my pack) Throw your set up, nigga, where you from? (Fuck you bang?) Get your get back, nigga, where your gun? (Get your fuckin' get back) My trigger finger itchin', this bitch done got numb (Shit numb as numb) Hit his head, his top, chest, hit his lungs (Hit his bitch ass) Paralyze this pussy, faceshot the nigga, he done Now his mama crying 'bout her fuckin' his son ('Bout that bitch-ass nigga, ayy) [Chorus: SpottemGottem] Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee Face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep No more hot cars, I got it rented for the whole week Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee Face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep No more hot cars, I got it rented for the whole week (For the whole week)