Welcome 2 My Spot Lyrics

Aye Aye Aye

Welcome 2 my spot I got shrooms and hella Za

Got the fiends itching like them niggas have a rash

Got to pay admission if you want come in my trap

I got lows highs nigga I got different strains

Come an grab a bag nigga all this shit for sale

I could put it in the air and get it to you thru the mail

Triple beam weight but I still use my digi scale

My trap fast just like the Flash and your shit slow just like a snail

Nigga trap slow like turtles

Shawty give me super brain I feel like Steve Earcle

My trap jump like hurdles

I got all the flavors I got green I got purple

I got all the gas nigga my trap is a Circle

Pussy boy can't hide I got he running round in circles

Got em running round like track and field

I got super weight nigga mother fuck a record deal

Brodie say he need a plate in the trap I make a meal

In the trap I bursting plays get it gone in just a day

Scope be on the stick get a nigga hit from blocks away

My trap house on steroids

Everything you see inside the spot you gah pay for it

I don't play no games nigga this ain't no game boy

If you want some clout I will put you on stage boy

Empty out your pockets don't forget bout the chain boy

Yeah Don't forget the necklace

I be on the block man this shit no Tetris

He can't read between the lines like that boy dyslexic

Fucking with the Zop boy that shit like a death wish

He was feeling so alive now that pussy a dead fish

You ain't spend no bread inside the spot pussy boy exit

Vacuum seal and Ps nigga I got all the cheese

Subzero Zop when my opps see me they freeze

Call me Dragon Zop is a fire when I breath

I be just like Freddy I gone kill you in yo dreams

Smoke you while you live

Talking on my name I the reason you duck and hide

Aye I the reason why them niggas never be outside

Niggas must've forget I the Flizzy Frankenstein

No boys in the hood I could show you a dead body

So much weight inside my trap I got to move this shit with a trolly

I gone need me a forklift

Play inside my trap I turn a boy to bout 4 zip

Nigga that's a quart I be sharper than a dart

Run off who I hit your head lungs and heart

Make em see the light because he thought that he was dark

Thought my stick was shooting fireworks the way I let it spark

He was wearing all red I put that boy in white chalk