Vision blurry from the watch
Run and tell these niggas stop finessing what I got
Tell me who was saying they're the greatest, I forgot
Hmm, oh that's right, homie, ain't nobody waiting on your next flop
Hit a 360 for the one like an Xbox
I've been going hard in the kitchen, it's a Sweatshop
Got the tunes droppin' pon ya motherf*cking head top
Shh to the law, code of silence like a headlock
Bitch I do this for real
I'm a track star like I knew Pharell
Niggas scared of us cause of Mr. Peele
They be saying Jai cold but this ain't the ville
You are not hot, tryna stay connected to the plug like a hotspot
I've been cooking shit up all day, that's a crockpot
Thinking I'm Mutumbo by the way a nigga block shots
All I do is keep it jumping, nigga, hopscotch
Bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Bust it, bust it, bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Hold up, Niggas really traded like the Nasdaq
But I pull a nigga's card like it's blackjack
The way I gotta school you niggas think I'm Jack Black
You gon' need a map map, looking for the cash app
Candy bars got me thinking that y'all rap snacks
Only check I got for niggas when I air macs
Leave these pussy niggas leaking like a Tampax
Aiming for ya dome, so you know that I don't cap
But y'all lie
Heard your music and it's soft lines that don't rhyme
Keep my new shit in a hard drive, it's archived
And you know my niggas eatin' like lunchtime
Baby girl got a thick ass and she cute in the face
But she think I'm Tay-K, I ain't doing the race
I just need the Hunnits 'till I'm blue in the face
Tell these new niggas, make enough room in the place cause I'm here
Bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Bust it, bust it, bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
No Idols - Sweet Spot Lyrics
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Vision blurry from the watch
Run and tell these niggas stop finessing what I got
Tell me who was saying they're the greatest, I forgot
Hmm, oh that's right, homie, ain't nobody waiting on your next flop
Hit a 360 for the one like an Xbox
I've been going hard in the kitchen, it's a Sweatshop
Got the tunes droppin' pon ya motherf*cking head top
Shh to the law, code of silence like a headlock
Bitch I do this for real
I'm a track star like I knew Pharell
Niggas scared of us cause of Mr. Peele
They be saying Jai cold but this ain't the ville
You are not hot, tryna stay connected to the plug like a hotspot
I've been cooking shit up all day, that's a crockpot
Thinking I'm Mutumbo by the way a nigga block shots
All I do is keep it jumping, nigga, hopscotch
Bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Bust it, bust it, bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Hold up, Niggas really traded like the Nasdaq
But I pull a nigga's card like it's blackjack
The way I gotta school you niggas think I'm Jack Black
You gon' need a map map, looking for the cash app
Candy bars got me thinking that y'all rap snacks
Only check I got for niggas when I air macs
Leave these pussy niggas leaking like a Tampax
Aiming for ya dome, so you know that I don't cap
But y'all lie
Heard your music and it's soft lines that don't rhyme
Keep my new shit in a hard drive, it's archived
And you know my niggas eatin' like lunchtime
Baby girl got a thick ass and she cute in the face
But she think I'm Tay-K, I ain't doing the race
I just need the Hunnits 'till I'm blue in the face
Tell these new niggas, make enough room in the place cause I'm here
Bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Bust it, bust it, bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Run and tell these niggas stop finessing what I got
Tell me who was saying they're the greatest, I forgot
Hmm, oh that's right, homie, ain't nobody waiting on your next flop
Hit a 360 for the one like an Xbox
I've been going hard in the kitchen, it's a Sweatshop
Got the tunes droppin' pon ya motherf*cking head top
Shh to the law, code of silence like a headlock
Bitch I do this for real
I'm a track star like I knew Pharell
Niggas scared of us cause of Mr. Peele
They be saying Jai cold but this ain't the ville
You are not hot, tryna stay connected to the plug like a hotspot
I've been cooking shit up all day, that's a crockpot
Thinking I'm Mutumbo by the way a nigga block shots
All I do is keep it jumping, nigga, hopscotch
Bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Bust it, bust it, bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Hold up, Niggas really traded like the Nasdaq
But I pull a nigga's card like it's blackjack
The way I gotta school you niggas think I'm Jack Black
You gon' need a map map, looking for the cash app
Candy bars got me thinking that y'all rap snacks
Only check I got for niggas when I air macs
Leave these pussy niggas leaking like a Tampax
Aiming for ya dome, so you know that I don't cap
But y'all lie
Heard your music and it's soft lines that don't rhyme
Keep my new shit in a hard drive, it's archived
And you know my niggas eatin' like lunchtime
Baby girl got a thick ass and she cute in the face
But she think I'm Tay-K, I ain't doing the race
I just need the Hunnits 'till I'm blue in the face
Tell these new niggas, make enough room in the place cause I'm here
Bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Bust it, bust it, bust it down on 'em
Tell these bitches if they f*ck, I got a round for 'em
Niggas say they carry weight, ain't got a pound on 'em
I put a hit up on ya head, f*ck a crown for a nigga
Writer: Jaivaughntae Hodges
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid