Spot lyrics

[intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
f*ck n*gga losing the plot (yeah)
n*ggas run up in your crib with knocks
Blow up the spot
b*tch I get money just look how I live
How many cars? A lot ( A lot)
Yeah, b*tch I got mansions like GTA whippin'
The ocelot
Huh yeah
Bring that money home yeah
I get money I get on my own yeah
n*ggas moving to cornered they alone yeah
Yeah they see me in traffic and cause a hold-up
Taking his sh*t the bowls up
We in the club
Where the hoes? Yeah
You taking too long
What's the hold-up

[intro]
Yeah, Yeah
Bop, yeah
Yeah, (f*ck n*gga say somеthing)
Yeah, Yeah
Bop, yeah
Yеah, Yeah