Spot lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Ahh sh*t)
Yeah
(Damn Pi'erre where'd you find this?)
Jelly, jelly
(Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus]
Pull up to the trenches
Got my main b*tch work the spot (trap)
We play a game of Tonk
We could shoot 'a couple dice
I think these n*ggas sweet
I'ma try 'em like it nice (pus*y)
These n*ggas try my luck
I'ma put 'em on the ice (slime)

[Verse 1]
Know a 'couple bad b*tches
Man them b*tches nice
Them b*tches take me shopping
I just fly 'em over night
Got the pocket rocket
I'ma stain you like some wine (murda)
I think I'm feeling sushi
n*ggas snitchin' like a swine (rat)
If it's 'bout the money, n*gga
I can make the time (okay)
Just pull up to the trenches
We ain't servin' lil' dimes (pounds)
Just pull up to your n*gga
We ain't beefin' over mines (slime)
Got some b*tches workin'
And they cutting on some nines (Jelly)
[Chorus]
Pull up to the trenches
Got my main b*tch work the spot (trap)
We play a game of Tonk
We could shoot 'a couple dice
I think these n*ggas sweet
I'ma try 'em like it nice (pus*y)
These n*ggas try my luck
I'ma put 'em on the ice (slime)

[Verse 2]
Put 'em on the ice
If he ever try my life (pus*y)
I ain't tryna love you baby
I don't need no wife (nah)
My n*ggas shoot you up
Or bite that white up on some rice
Pigeons in the living room
n*gga just think twice
Got killers in the basement room
We shoot a couple dice
Money in the children room
Got sticks up in the lights
These n*ggas tryna bite
I ain't really tryna fight
I'm 'bout to eat these n*ggas up
I got a appetite
I got so many shooters
Got a shooter, she a dyke
[Outro]
Pull up to the trenches
Got my main b*tch work the spot (trap)
We play a game of Tonk
We could shoot 'a couple dice
I think these n*ggas sweet
I'ma try 'em like it nice (pus*y)
These n*ggas try my luck
I'ma put 'em on the ice (slime)
These n*ggas try my luck
I'ma put 'em on the ice (slime)
(Ahh sh*t)
(Real Sossaholics)