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on a tee (extended version) - spotemgottem & icewear vezzo lyrics

[intro: spotemgottem]
(thanks, yakree)
f*ck n*gga, back the f*ck up
(t this b*tch up, tone)

[chorus: spotemgottem]
slide through the bity, n0body out, tryna put a b*tch on a tee (ayy)
face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets (go)
big*ass bullets take down suburbans and they’ll flip a jeep
no more hot cars, i got it rented for the whole week (whole week)
[verse 1: spotemgottem]
what’s that in the air? smell like bap, that sh*t there cheap as h*ll
can’t wait to catch that rappin’*ass n*gga, i’m tryna send my shooter there
go, dead— yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
dead n*gga
when i tweak out, yeah, his head bigger
tryna score for two, but they hit for four, f*ck one of them main n*ggas
or i just call lil’ moe, put some chains on your brain, n*gga
two n*ggas, they got shh by a ruger by the same n*gga
okay, i’m on that car right there, we switchin’ lanes, get him
this a leaky blunt, i don’t think big meechie can fit in there
i’m the party starter, get the party started, i’m like, “yeah”

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
hmm, yeah, b*tch, i get to tweakin’ out
pop a bean, caught them boys lackin’ when they was eatin’ out
fifty bands stuffed in my ‘miris, we brought them demons out
send your p*ssy ass to the sky so he can see the clouds
ayy, b*tch, i ain’t got no sense
little switchy on that fn look like a phone chip
do the opps like back in the day, them n*ggas ’06
why you think we shoot hundred rounds? because we don’t miss
black dior shades on my eyes because i lean a lot
need to quit that syrup right now, it make me pee a lot
f*ck around and rob my plug— mm
i mean, i’ll rob my plug for like half ’cause i ain’t need a lot
we don’t measure drank when we sippin’, yeah, we just pour the numbers (pour it)
got a dog house in atlanta, do robert horry numbers
finna cut new cullinan on forgis, yeah, that’s before the summer (forgis)
turn that chopper up like a hemi, i’m tryna motor something
hmm, ooh, these n*ggas real rappers
i make music and i drop sh*t, guess i’m a drill rapper
shoot that glizzy, then clean it off, i got some real manners
couple million sittin’ in the safe, look like a steel cabinet
[verse 3: spottemgottem]
hold on, gl!ck in my palm, get to shootin’ this b*tch (shootin’ this b*tch)
palm angels all on my ass, louis on my kicks (all on my ass)
baby, i’m the don (i’m the don)
we like murder sh*t and you know i’m the one (you know i’m the f*ckin’ one)
aim my switch at you, bet i chi*chi
dead opp, i just got dead n*ggas in my lungs (dead n*ggas in my pack)
throw your set up, n*gga, where you from? (f*ck you bang?)
get your get back, n*gga, where your gun? (get your f*ckin’ get back)
my trigger finger itchin’, this b*tch done got numb (sh*t numb as numb)
hit his head, his top, chest, hit his lungs (hit his b*tch ass)
paralyze this p*ssy, faceshot the n*gga, he done
now his mama crying ’bout her f*ckin’ his son (’bout that b*tch*ass n*gga, ayy)

[chorus: spottemgottem]
slide through the bity, n0body out, tryna put a b*tch on a tee
face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets
big*ass bullets take down suburbans and they’ll flip a jeep
no more hot cars, i got it rented for the whole week
slide through the bity, n0body out, tryna put a b*tch on a tee
face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets
big*ass bullets take down suburbans and they’ll flip a jeep
no more hot cars, i got it rented for the whole week (for the whole week)

- spotemgottem icewear vezzo lyrics

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