Spot em Got em ft. Coltcaine Lyrics

Came from the trenches the bottom

If I see a fiend, I spot 'em, I got 'em

Auntie sell perks right out of the bottle

The killers and dealers was my role model

I set up the plan, then lil' bro follow

If I get me a brick, then you know I'ma hit it

Just found a small town, like bro, let's get it

We need 80,000 before we finish the mission

But if you a rookie, you can't enter the kitchen

Auntie back on Wheeler after intervention

Auntie back on Wheeler right after the program

Like now it's 50s, you gotta get with the program

No R&B, but this junkie slow jam

She walk up diddy-bopping tryna slow dance

Try and get a tip, I'm like no ma'am

You already owe me, plus you in the hole

I'm tryna lead with a dinner roll

I'm whippin' ice, got me feelin' froze

Them fake trappers always get exposed

What it took to get here, only Lord knows

I give the game to my lil' bros

We stick together like the real Zoe's

How she snort so much, well the Lord knows

I'm the one that the Lord chose

Like I'm the one that could really get us out

When I'm coachin', only time I'm sittin' out

I'm in your city, nigga, but I'm in and out

All them new hits, I gotta fill them out

You smell fishy, tell Ma, pat him down

I'm in another city with that smack down

These niggas real lucky that I rap now

But if this shit don't work, then I'm back round

If this shit don't work, then I'm back shavin

If this shit don't work, I'm back activated

Losing grams in that pot, it's aggravatin

I know 7-D probably mad I made it

I said we sold out, Auntie acting crazy

I hit that greyhound with my bag head

But be careful, hit me when you touch

Every time I hit the road, I get a rush

Like everything on the up and ups

I got up and down, I'm tryna get it there

My vision clear with that vision wear

Had two bricks, but they disappeared

You can learn the game if you listen clear

So pay attention, I'm the trap coach

It's way more than just rap quotes

Take it in with a grain of salt

Digest it, it's food for thought

That drop knocked her off a train of thought

If you unwrap that bitch, then it's bought

You fuck with GMS, you gettin' taught

That Drake clearing off the front porch

We do this trappin' shit like a sport

Like, fuck a bitch, I only need a fork

I'm in the kitchen tryna whip a Porsche

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