Spot Whammin lyrics

[Chorus]
Spot whammin’, a hundred pounds of gas (Gas)
Off the Tris, tryin' not to crash it (Off the Tris, tryin' not to crash)
Caught an M, don't have to swap the tag (On God)
Baby mama trippin’, tryna bash me (Baby mama say I'm trippin’)
Seven hundred if you go to Cali’ (On God), twelve-five if you come to Fatt (Yeah)
Lyin' on the hill outside the trap (Trap)
No candy bag, make 'em double bag (On God)
Chopped up, never rode a Harley (Phew)
Best bet not to make ‘em mad (Phew, phew, best bet not to make ‘em)
Smoke a b*tch like a Bob Marley (On God)
Heard your baby daddy went out sad (Wake his ass)
Where his ass? Put him in a pack (On God)
Trappin' out a cupid, never had a bag (b*tch)
Hundred bags, you know that's a box (Box)
They don't make it to me, b*tch, I'll probably flag (On God)

[Verse]
Boosie Badazz, wipe him down (Yeah)
Hit him with the wipe 'fore you pack your luggage (sh*t)
You ain't whacked sh*t on my side of town (On God)
I'm with Drench tem, them lil’ n*ggas thuggin' (Salt)
Hidin' your ass if you ever mug me (Hidin’)
Fire up if you ever touch me (On God)
Thirty arm, I'm forever clutchin' (b*tch)
Trap house, I'm Bugs Bunny (On God)
Yeah, hit a ratchet b*tch while I hit the Black (On God)
Bet the whole hood, why they hate the fact? (Trap)
I was in high school with a pack
I ain't have my L's, still throw 'em back (On God)
Perc’ a b*tch down, now the ho a tax
ARP cane, fully automatic (Frrt)
Everybody rhymin', got at least a dub (For real)
Shawty tryna bust it, heard the kid trappin'
Never rode a foreign, baby, this a Lamb' (Yeah)
448, shawty, I don't pull scams (No)
Serve the neighborhood, got it goin' ham (On God)
Jewelry on the kid, lit up like a lamp (Trap)
Mama f*cked up, she was sellin' stamps (Let’s go)
Every Christmas came, I done copped the Lamb'
Gang done caught a hat, now he in the jam (Yeah)
Free lil’ what's-his-name, I don't give a damn (Free gang)
Risk it all, n*gga, what you know about it? (On God)
Bought the mall, n*gga, what you know about it?
Chevy tall, n*gga, what you know about it?
Hundred bags strong, I ain't even bound it (On God)
b*tch love the kid, I ain't even hit her (Yeah)
Feel like Adolf Hitler how I hate n*ggas
Cuz in the cut, he a great deal (Yeah)
Get what you want, I don't save n*ggas (Free Dreese)
[Chorus]
Spot whammin’, a hundred pounds of gas (On God)
Off the Tris, tryin' not to crash it (Off the Tris, tryin')
Caught an M, have to swap the tag (b*tch)
Baby mama trippin’, tryna bash me (Baby mama trippin’)
Seven hundred if you go to Cali’ (On God), twelve-five if you come to Fatt (Taxin’)
Lyin' on the hill outside the trap (Lyin’ on the hill)
No candy bag, make 'em double bag (On God)
Chopped up, never rode a Harley (Yeah)
Best bet not to make ‘em mad (Phew, phew, best bet not to make)
Smoke a b*tch like a Bob Marley (On God)
Heard your baby daddy went out sad (Goin’ out sad)
Where his ass? Put him in a pack (On God)
Trappin' out a cupid, never had a bag (Shh)
Hundred bags, you know that's a box
They don't make it to me, b*tch, I'll probably flag (I’ll probably flag)

[Outro]
(Start the b*tch over, Carl)