Young Kee - On Da Spot (feat. j money) Lyrics

You know how I come when I hop on the flow
Never chasin a bitch always chasin the doe
Beam in my lap ion need me no hoe
Be around killas who gon aim for yo dome
My ninth ward niggas be movin this blow
Baptizing niggas like I am a pope
Ridin round town wit the beam n the scope
Fienin for a body cause I need me some smoke
Me n my choppa be uppin the score
My chop be addicting like it was some dope
I hop in the game bitch you know how it go
While I flip me a pack now I'm gettin some more
Pack after pack I stay runnin my city
They asking me what I would do for a milli
Me n my choppa be whippin this hemi young kee be ridin n totin them semis
Yea I be totin them semis, the bad bitches wit me
Yea I start to fiend for more bodies
N yea all my glockies got dickies n chop stick wit titties
Stickin wit shells in the shotty
N all of my mags stick wit 50 n choppas gon blow
We aim for the dome not the toe
She say that she listen to von, just stick to the code
I can not trust none of these hoes
Cause all of these hoes they be playin like bitch what you sayin
Don't run yo mouth give me payments
Cause if you been writin them statements
Then I do not claim it
Could scatter yo brain on the pavement
All of these bags I be chasin the paper be makin
All of these niggas start hatin
N if he want hide at the hotel the choppa be sprayin
We airing out Holiday Inn
N if they try go do a rob, we send em to God
Or we gon send em to satan
N if they try f*ck wit the mob send jay on a job
Im shootin wit no hesitation
N if they try f*ckin wit Kee come take it from me
Cause you can not play wit big Jason
N you can get out on a tee for f*ckin wit me
N if he try run we gon chase him
Alright that's a wrap
Na keep goin
If he try runnin and hidin then we gotta find him
Cause if he do wrong we gon right him
Cause jay gonna get yo ass right or you can get left
I'm cooking this shi up like Steph
N I can not f*ck wit the rest cause bitches be fake
My crew do not f*ck wit mistakes
N I know yo shawty obsessed that's why she gon flake
On all of the plans that you make
She flaking on plans, she flaking on moves
N then she gon leave you to f*ck wit my crew
We throw you in mountains for shit that you dew
That's for missin my payment that shits overdue
Yes I got a blessing like I said achoo
Jay asked where to shoot then I pointed at you
You pointed at him then bitch I gotta shoot
Then I run in to house n take all of the loot
I'm selling this gas, you be selling that boof
You telling me some fabs I be tellin the truth
Jay tellin the truth you know he never lying
Throw him the Glock n then he get to firin
We running this beat n we ain't been trying
He duck down to reload then he back up n firing
These bullets get flying these people start dying
Lil mama start crying
You know jay be supplying
On him I'm relying, he selling they buying
He working alone, you know there no applying
No trippin he tying, don't move wrong he eyeing
(Hold up hold up, aye)
That shit over line, this shit underlined
We work undercover won't catch us we spying
We spying, they hiding, then we gotta find em
He cap never mind him, jay job I assigned him
Shooting n shooting bitch there ain't no fooling me
Choppa said thank you, yea thank you for pulling me
Thank you uppin me, thank you for trusting me, thank you for bussin me
Don't love none these bitches, these bitches can't f*ck wit me (yuh)
(Aye) don't love none these hoes these bitches can't f*ck wit me
(Uh, bitch)