At the Spot lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Casino]
I'ma fire my motherf*ckin' blunt up in the booth like, uh, [?]
Freebandz YSL duck tape, that mob, our way
Oh, okay (Yeah)
Skoob, Thug, Casino (Wheezy beats)

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
Hundred thousand made at the spot (Yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
Guess that's why these pus*y n*ggas hate (They hate, hate), yeah
I might take a ride on a school bus (Oh yeah, slime), uh
Take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (On vacations)
I'm just on vacation, f*cked that ho at the Days Inn
Put money on they faces, leave them b*tches dazin'
Earthquake lil' lady, got that pus*y shakin'
Top down in a old school, b*tch look like Mrs. Daisy (Hey)

[Verse 1: Casino]
Draco in my Louis bag, hundred racks in my Gucci bag
Freebandz, we taliban, beef, I be eatin' that
We loaded up with ammo, they callin' me Casino Rambo
I'll drop a brick on your baby, we handle beef like the '80s
I'll kidnap your old lady, I'm ridin' in a Mercedes
From Kirkwood to Edgewood to Cleveland Ave, we made
We got old money like Saga, I'll rock-a-bye your 'tato
I'll start a new game, laser gang, I'll put beams on choppers
[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
Hundred thousand made at the spot (Yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
Guess that's why these pus*y n*ggas hate (They hate, hate), yeah
I might take a ride on a school bus (Oh yeah, slime), uh
Take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (On vacations)
I'm just on vacation, f*cked that ho at the Days Inn
Put money on they faces, leave them b*tches dazin'
Earthquake lil' lady, got that pus*y shakin'
Top down in a old school, b*tch look like Mrs. Daisy (Hey)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Trouble]
Bald head pus*y, shawty shavin' (Woo, woo)
Check out my Balmains, b*tch, they the latest (Check my Balmains)
Two foreign b*tches on me and they latest
My ring-ring-ring-ring-ring's equators
Can't f*ck with many n*ggas, n*ggas be fugazi (With many n*ggas, no), ayy
Ho told me go raw, might want my baby (Ho told me go raw, you nasty), ayy
We knock sh*t out back like in the '80s (Damn, how you do it?), yeah
Walk up, one shot [?] you won't make it (Yeah, yeah), huh?
Yellow diamonds, them b*tches pealing, Pittsburgh Steelers dealing (Pittsburgh)
Lock me up for life, b*tch, I'm killin' these n*ggas (Killin' these)
Look like I been rich for life and I'm drippin' and spillin' (Woah, oh)
Call me Mr. Ed, I f*ck 'round and pop-pop your ceiling (Blatt)
n*gga, don't f*ck 'round, nah (Nah), n*gga, don't f*ck 'round, yeah (Yeah)
Caught yourself hidin' in your boys sh*t, yeah, shut the whole spot down, huh, yeah
One call, the homicide unit, yeah, mob n*gga really get to it
Yeah, mob n*gga really gettin' to it, yeah, YSL slime like damn right, yeah
And I be mindin' my B, yeah [?] n*gga, get your mind right (Let's go)
No sir, I'm not stuntin' these b*tches, I'm tryna get dope to the [?]
[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
Hundred thousand made at the spot (Yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
Guess that's why these pus*y n*ggas hate (They hate, hate), yeah
I might take a ride on a school bus (Oh yeah, slime), uh
Take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (On vacations)
I'm just on vacation, f*cked that ho at the Days Inn
Put money on they faces, leave them b*tches dazin'
Earthquake lil' lady, got that pus*y shakin'
Top down in a old school, b*tch look like Mrs. Daisy (Hey)