young thug – at the spot lyrics
[intro: young thug & casino]
i’ma fire my motherf+ckin’ blunt up in the booth like, uh, [?]
freebandz ysl duck tape, that mob, our way
oh, okay (yeah)
[?], thug, casino (wheezy beats)
[chorus: trouble & young thug]
hundred thousand made at the spot (yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
yeah, that’s why these p+ssy n+ggas hate (they hate, hate), yeah
i’m might take a ride on a school bus (oh yeah, slime), uh
take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (on vacations)
i’m just on vacation, f+cked that ho at the days inn
put money on they faces, leave them b+tches dazin’
earthquake lil’ lady, got that p+ssy shakin’
top down in a old school, b+tch look like mrs. daisy (hey)
[verse 1: casino]
draco in my louis bag, hundred racks in my gucci bag
freebandz, we taliban, beef, i be eatin’ that
we loaded up with ammo, they callin’ me casino rambo
i’ll drop a brick on your baby, we handle beef like the ’80s
i’ll kidnap your old lady, i’m ridin’ in a mercedes
from kirkwood to edgewood to cleveland ave, we made
we got old money like saga, i’ll rock+a+bye your ‘tato
i’ll start a new game, laser gang, i’ll put beams on choppers
[chorus: trouble & young thug]
hundred thousand made at the spot (yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
yeah, that’s why these p+ssy n+ggas hate (they hate, hate), yeah
i’m might take a ride on a school bus (oh yeah, slime), uh
take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (on vacations)
i’m just on vacation, f+cked that ho at the days inn
put money on they faces, leave them b+tches dazin’
earthquake lil’ lady, got that p+ssy shakin’
top down in a old school, b+tch look like mrs. daisy (hey)
[verse 2: young thug & trouble]
bald head p+ssy, shawty shavin’ (woo, woo)
check out my balmains, b+tch, they the latest (check my balmains)
two foreign b+tches on me and they latest
my ring+ring+ring+ring+ring’s equators
can’t f+ck with many n+ggas, n+ggas be fugazi (with many n+ggas, no), ayy
ho told me go raw, might want my baby (ho told me go raw, you nasty), ayy
we knock sh+t out back like in the ’80s (d+mn, how you do it?), yeah
walk up, one shot [?] you won’t make it (yeah, yeah), huh?
yellow diamonds, them b+tches pealing, pittsburgh steelers dealing (pittsburgh)
lock me up for life, b+tch, i’m k!llin’ these n+ggas (k!llin’ these)
look like i been rich for life and i’m drippin’ and spillin’ (woah, oh)
call me mr. ed, i f+ck ’round and pop+pop your ceiling (blatt)
n+gga, don’t f+ck ’round, nah (nah), n+gga, don’t f+ck ’round, yeah (yeah)
caught yourself hidin’ in your boys sh+t, yeah, shut the whole spot down, huh, yeah
one call, the homicide unit, yeah, mob n+gga really get to it
yeah, mob n+gga really gettin’ to it, yeah, ysl slime like d+mn right, yeah
and i be mindin’ my b, yeah [?] n+gga, get your mind right (let’s go)
no sir, i’m not stuntin’ these b+tches, i’m tryna get dope to the [?]
[chorus: trouble & young thug]
hundred thousand made at the spot (yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
yeah, that’s why these p+ssy n+ggas hate (they hate, hate), yeah
i’m might take a ride on a school bus (oh yeah, slime), uh
take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (on vacations)
i’m just on vacation, f+cked that ho at the days inn
put money on they faces, leave them b+tches dazin’
earthquake lil’ lady, got that p+ssy shakin’
top down in a old school, b+tch look like mrs. daisy (hey)
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