Back to Top

luh riva - Stash Spots (feat. Luh VI) Lyrics



luh riva - Stash Spots (feat. Luh VI) Lyrics
Official




Don't you ever leave a witness if you don't wanna get caught
Gangsters move in silence, that's the price to be a boss
I go crazy bout my paper, I ain't tryna take a loss
What you mean
I got scopes inside my beam, I'm tryna go to war
I'm tryna touch your throat, I'm tryna see how far it go
Don't you play with us, cause I can shoot you with the pole
Tryna shoot you in the head, see how far it go
Stomp on em, we leave em outside, just for show
Had to get up out the dirt, had to get out the mud
She only f*ck with gangsters in the club, she gon' f*ck it up
If there was one call I could make, so I could make it out the slums
It would be my piece its right beside me, I'd call it a gun
I got a .40 clip and I sold that shit, I got a dub
We got banana clips and we just shooting shit, did it for fun
Show my lil' bro how to flip it, he gon' get it right
I'm up all night, I ain't sleepin' till I get it right
She callin' my phone every damn night
Boy, I'm busy, got your new vibe
Got a bitch in L.A., she gon' do what I say
Cause my bands right, like I was stuck on the block
Had no bands like Now she callin' my phone every day now
I been sippin' these 30, I'm in a hurry
I can't wait till I get it, just like I'm up in a 30
I shoot like I'm Curry
Take out the Benz, when I act' for the jury
She callin' my phone, in a hurry
Shorty, she dumbin', now she call my phone
Cause she workin
Take out the benz for the Rollie
She gon' love me when I get my pay
I cannot trust these bitches, no lovin' these days
I put all my feelings away
F*ck with my band and I'm up with a K
I was stuck by myself
Had nowhere to lay, I just gotta watch out
It's no safe, where I stay
They call my phone, tryna lie on me all day
F*ck it up and show me how you move
There's some killers thas gon' be with me when we go to the stu
F*ck it up and shake your ass
I'm tryna see what that shit do
Ass clap, babygirl that ass fit
Bankroll, baby, I gotta see those
She gon' f*ck with me because my chain be two-toned
Yes, I'll f*ck with her because her ass be too gone
Back shots, let me see your back pop
We got stash spots, I'll take you to the back room
Let me see you eat the dick inside the bathroom
If I get locked up, just know that I ain't never do wrong
I got some money, I'm still tryna move
If my diamonds don't call her, then she late
I feel like an ape when I'm dressed up in pink
Big booty, bitch, yeah, she wanna eat me up like cake
I remember them days, I ain't have it plain
Stuck on that block, tryna make me awake
I feel like Kobe because I got mentality
Roll up, I'm smokin' on propane
Ricky on that fake shit, f*ck his bitch
Got you wet, isolate, she suck my dick
In the back of the Wraiths, I'm getting paid
Now she like, how it taste
Sell my socket for a mil, like I remember this
She make me wait
I was stuck on the block, had no bands, like
Now she callin' my phone every damn night
I be sippin' these 30, I'm all in a hurry
I can't wait till I get it, just like I'm off a 30
I shoot like I'm Curry, they ain't got the best
When I'm out for the jury
She callin' my phone in a hurry
Shawty, she done me, now she call my phone
Cause she worry
Do your dance, I'm tryna see the way you walk
Do your dance, I'm tryna see the way you talk
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Don't you ever leave a witness if you don't wanna get caught
Gangsters move in silence, that's the price to be a boss
I go crazy bout my paper, I ain't tryna take a loss
What you mean
I got scopes inside my beam, I'm tryna go to war
I'm tryna touch your throat, I'm tryna see how far it go
Don't you play with us, cause I can shoot you with the pole
Tryna shoot you in the head, see how far it go
Stomp on em, we leave em outside, just for show
Had to get up out the dirt, had to get out the mud
She only f*ck with gangsters in the club, she gon' f*ck it up
If there was one call I could make, so I could make it out the slums
It would be my piece its right beside me, I'd call it a gun
I got a .40 clip and I sold that shit, I got a dub
We got banana clips and we just shooting shit, did it for fun
Show my lil' bro how to flip it, he gon' get it right
I'm up all night, I ain't sleepin' till I get it right
She callin' my phone every damn night
Boy, I'm busy, got your new vibe
Got a bitch in L.A., she gon' do what I say
Cause my bands right, like I was stuck on the block
Had no bands like Now she callin' my phone every day now
I been sippin' these 30, I'm in a hurry
I can't wait till I get it, just like I'm up in a 30
I shoot like I'm Curry
Take out the Benz, when I act' for the jury
She callin' my phone, in a hurry
Shorty, she dumbin', now she call my phone
Cause she workin
Take out the benz for the Rollie
She gon' love me when I get my pay
I cannot trust these bitches, no lovin' these days
I put all my feelings away
F*ck with my band and I'm up with a K
I was stuck by myself
Had nowhere to lay, I just gotta watch out
It's no safe, where I stay
They call my phone, tryna lie on me all day
F*ck it up and show me how you move
There's some killers thas gon' be with me when we go to the stu
F*ck it up and shake your ass
I'm tryna see what that shit do
Ass clap, babygirl that ass fit
Bankroll, baby, I gotta see those
She gon' f*ck with me because my chain be two-toned
Yes, I'll f*ck with her because her ass be too gone
Back shots, let me see your back pop
We got stash spots, I'll take you to the back room
Let me see you eat the dick inside the bathroom
If I get locked up, just know that I ain't never do wrong
I got some money, I'm still tryna move
If my diamonds don't call her, then she late
I feel like an ape when I'm dressed up in pink
Big booty, bitch, yeah, she wanna eat me up like cake
I remember them days, I ain't have it plain
Stuck on that block, tryna make me awake
I feel like Kobe because I got mentality
Roll up, I'm smokin' on propane
Ricky on that fake shit, f*ck his bitch
Got you wet, isolate, she suck my dick
In the back of the Wraiths, I'm getting paid
Now she like, how it taste
Sell my socket for a mil, like I remember this
She make me wait
I was stuck on the block, had no bands, like
Now she callin' my phone every damn night
I be sippin' these 30, I'm all in a hurry
I can't wait till I get it, just like I'm off a 30
I shoot like I'm Curry, they ain't got the best
When I'm out for the jury
She callin' my phone in a hurry
Shawty, she done me, now she call my phone
Cause she worry
Do your dance, I'm tryna see the way you walk
Do your dance, I'm tryna see the way you talk
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Boluge Vi, Timothy Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: luh riva



luh riva - Stash Spots (feat. Luh VI) Video
(Show video at the top of the page)


Performed By: luh riva
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Boluge Vi, Timothy Rivera

Tags:
No tags yet