44 Trap - Spot Em (feat. LilStro & Wacko)

Ain chasing clout don't fuck with niggas anyway
Don't give a fuck bout what they said
They said none of that to my face
Ain giving none of these hoes chances
Get the dick go away
Steady stacking cash off of grams
Round of applause to the plays
Smith and Wesson come with fourteen of em
I got two clips so that's another
Another hundred with my brother
I see wacko four five he clutching
And to lil stro this shit ain't nun
Nigga better play with some one else
Better find ya somewhere safe or find some help
Cause nigga Ain coming by myself
Lil Stro
Four four Stro
On my own got my own shit together
Ain doing just for none I do this shit for the better
Switch it up turn it up I'm on whole another level
Talk to God every night ain dancing with the devil
I got pain in my eyes but I'm knowing you don't see
Chasing cho stay consistent and you knowing ain free
Gotta stay down to go up know this shit really ain't easy
And ima do what it takes just to get you back my way
Really going through some shit that just added on my plate
Same nigga none new niggas really be some snakes
Stro was tryna make a way
I was tryna get paid
Everything was going straight now it's hell coming my way
I just stay off in my lane youngin tryna get from pain
Give a fuck what they say they say it to my face
I was solid every way them boys ain't gotta word to say
And that's on god nigga can't pull my card nigga
And I was trapping late nights
I saw my momma selling hard nigga
And I was juggin and finnessing nigga started swiping cards nigga
I done fell back to the bottom you ain't really had it hard nigga
I know you hearing my pain but you ain't feeling where I'm from
Might go slide off on a opp and we gone leave a nigga numb
Why you capping like you hard nigga
All that dissin on the net don't wanna start nigga
I told Trap go get the blicky flip his shit
You know we ain't chasin fucking clout
Ain chasing clout don't fuck with niggas anyway
Don't give a fuck bout what they said
They said none of that to my face
Ain giving none of these hoes chances
Get the dick go away
Steady stacking cash off of grams
Round of applause to the plays
Smith and Wesson come with fourteen of em
I got two clips so that's another
Another hundred with my brother
I see wacko four five he clutching
And to lil stro this shit ain't nun
Nigga better play with some one else
Better find ya somewhere safe or find some help
Cause nigga Ain coming by myself
Say Ain coming by myself but ima come with my fire
Swear to god a young nigga gone ride til he die
Riding round the city with this big four five
Swear to god a young nigga ain't never hiding
I was steady skipping school cause I was selling dimes
But I can't fuck with pussy niggas they be dimes
Had to stand on my ten on my own
Had to grow up cause I know I had to be grown
Fuck with lil wacko you gone catch one to the dome
Ain never worried perc and syrup probably got me working
I got my fire on me you think I need security or nervous
So got many damn bags in the car
You think I'm out here tryna swerve
Got so many damn plays waiting on me
Tryna get there so I serve em
Niggas screaming red rum
Bitch we love murder
Ain chasin clout don't fuck with niggas anyway

Written by:
Travis Whitehead

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