We all in your house
Baby mama strapped to the couch
Bet you stop running your mouth
We all in your place
Put a couple bands in ya face
Show you how a rich bitch tastes
We pull to the spot
Let him get out with the glock
Bababa then you drop
My shooters don't play
Come 'round my way it ain't safe
My youngin' get down with a kay
That dirty sprite
Mixed with that dirty ass ice
I'm leaning we creep through the night
That dirty stick
My niggas love them a switch
They fingers be tweaking it itch
Lil dirty slut
Keep that shit real as a buck
We swing on your ass don't you duck
Don't give a f*ck
F-U-C-K nigga you getting the business they pulling the trigger
Who did it?
Nobody saying who did it
He poppin' a bean he feel it
We all really with it
I got a bag and flipped it
I took a chance and did it
Onto the next
Bitch talking out of her neck
Told Reke hand me the gat
Clean off the strap
Take a sip and I lean back
My shawty going handle the rest
Time to go out
I'm getting high by the mouth
These niggas want f*ck for the clout
Real nigga drought
These niggas be switching it's crazy
These niggas be running they mouth
So we took his bitch
She in the room doing tricks
She just want to take a few pics
So now we all lit
Gang gang gang in this bitch
Gang gang gang in this bitch
We all in your house
Baby mama strapped to the couch
Bet you stop running your mouth
We all in your place
Put a couple bands in ya face
Show you how a rich bitch tastes
We pull to the spot
Let him get out with the glock
Bababa then you drop
My shooters don't play
Come 'round my way it ain't safe
My youngin' get down with a kay
Isis - The Spot Lyrics
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We all in your house
Baby mama strapped to the couch
Bet you stop running your mouth
We all in your place
Put a couple bands in ya face
Show you how a rich bitch tastes
We pull to the spot
Let him get out with the glock
Bababa then you drop
My shooters don't play
Come 'round my way it ain't safe
My youngin' get down with a kay
That dirty sprite
Mixed with that dirty ass ice
I'm leaning we creep through the night
That dirty stick
My niggas love them a switch
They fingers be tweaking it itch
Lil dirty slut
Keep that shit real as a buck
We swing on your ass don't you duck
Don't give a f*ck
F-U-C-K nigga you getting the business they pulling the trigger
Who did it?
Nobody saying who did it
He poppin' a bean he feel it
We all really with it
I got a bag and flipped it
I took a chance and did it
Onto the next
Bitch talking out of her neck
Told Reke hand me the gat
Clean off the strap
Take a sip and I lean back
My shawty going handle the rest
Time to go out
I'm getting high by the mouth
These niggas want f*ck for the clout
Real nigga drought
These niggas be switching it's crazy
These niggas be running they mouth
So we took his bitch
She in the room doing tricks
She just want to take a few pics
So now we all lit
Gang gang gang in this bitch
Gang gang gang in this bitch
We all in your house
Baby mama strapped to the couch
Bet you stop running your mouth
We all in your place
Put a couple bands in ya face
Show you how a rich bitch tastes
We pull to the spot
Let him get out with the glock
Bababa then you drop
My shooters don't play
Come 'round my way it ain't safe
My youngin' get down with a kay
Baby mama strapped to the couch
Bet you stop running your mouth
We all in your place
Put a couple bands in ya face
Show you how a rich bitch tastes
We pull to the spot
Let him get out with the glock
Bababa then you drop
My shooters don't play
Come 'round my way it ain't safe
My youngin' get down with a kay
That dirty sprite
Mixed with that dirty ass ice
I'm leaning we creep through the night
That dirty stick
My niggas love them a switch
They fingers be tweaking it itch
Lil dirty slut
Keep that shit real as a buck
We swing on your ass don't you duck
Don't give a f*ck
F-U-C-K nigga you getting the business they pulling the trigger
Who did it?
Nobody saying who did it
He poppin' a bean he feel it
We all really with it
I got a bag and flipped it
I took a chance and did it
Onto the next
Bitch talking out of her neck
Told Reke hand me the gat
Clean off the strap
Take a sip and I lean back
My shawty going handle the rest
Time to go out
I'm getting high by the mouth
These niggas want f*ck for the clout
Real nigga drought
These niggas be switching it's crazy
These niggas be running they mouth
So we took his bitch
She in the room doing tricks
She just want to take a few pics
So now we all lit
Gang gang gang in this bitch
Gang gang gang in this bitch
We all in your house
Baby mama strapped to the couch
Bet you stop running your mouth
We all in your place
Put a couple bands in ya face
Show you how a rich bitch tastes
We pull to the spot
Let him get out with the glock
Bababa then you drop
My shooters don't play
Come 'round my way it ain't safe
My youngin' get down with a kay
Writer: Marie LaBeaud
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave