Spot ft. TillBeats, Scrapy Tonaa & Holy B Lyrics

I don't got no tolerance

You see me speeding in some shit they gone ask what is this

Im keep a reaper with me cause niggas on some funny shit

Better not run into me you know imma

Nigga im on BT

Put him on a TV

Masking like its covid did a drill cause no one see me

Moving like a undercover nigga you is ah DT

You should see the diamonds on the neck them shits is VV

I hear them croaking and creeging

They be on some froggy shit

A counter felt to the light

I can see thru the fake ness

Bands in coup probably why the hating

They so mad that I got It had no patience

Smoking on the za tesla self drive

Mirror mirror only thing I see is my eyes

Niggas they got no passion passion

Run it up I'm cashing cashing

Try to take it tragic

Now his body wrap plastic

His body wrap in plastic

Now we got to go and stash it

Now you on the news big screen the shit is tragic

Its Till cooking up a check im about to go and cash it

Im laughing at these niggas running overlapping

When we step up in the spot everybody watch

Spent ah 100 on a chain 50 on my watch

Please don't run I still got my Glock

Now they wondering how its in the spot

Just left the bank on my feet again

Casino cashing chips like some pita thin

Keep the pole tuck before I bust a seed again

Toot him eye to eye you can see nothing

Like its not off this Tesla all white

Bitch said she wanna fuck when all night

Go ahead and hit me in the DM

Making white man money and im moving like im Liam

Tru Shit

When we step up in the spot everybody watch

Spent ah 100 on a chain 50 on my watch

Please don't run I still got my Glock

Now they wondering how its in the spot