Spotemgottem feat. Icewear Vezzo Lyrics
"On A Tee"

(Thanks, Yakree)
Fuck nigga, back the fuck up, ay (Tee this bitch up, Tone)

Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee (ay)
Faceshot, gang in my city, wanna terrorize the streets (oh)
Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep
No more hot cars, I got a rental for the whole week (whole week)

What's that in the air? Smell like bap
That shit 'bout cheap as hell (hell)
Can't wait to catch that rapping-ass nigga
I'm tryna send my shooter there (tryna send my shooter there)
Go, dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dead niggas when I tweak out, yeah, his head bigger (yeah, his head bigger)
Tryna sscore for two but they hit for four
Fuck one of the main niggas (main niggas)
Or I just call lil' Mo, put some chains on your brain, nigga (your brain, nigga)
Two niggas they got shhhhh by a rugger by the same nigga
Okay, I'm on that car right there, when we switch lanes, get him

This a leeky blunt, I don't think Big Meechie can fit in there
I'm the party starter, get the party started I'm like, yeah

Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee
Faceshot, gang in my city, wanna terrorize the streets
Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep
No more hot cars, I got a rental for the whole week

Yeah, bitch, I get to tweakin' out (I get to tweakin' out)
Pop a bean, caught them boys lackin' when they was eatin' out
Fifty bands stuffed in my Amiris, we brought them demons out (we brought them demons out)
Send your pussy-ass to the sky so he can see the clouds (see the clouds, hey)
Yeah, bitch, I ain't got no sense (nah)
Lil' switchy on that FN look like a phone chip (look like a phone chip)
Do the opps like back in the day, them niggas '06 (we up, let's go)
Why you think we shoot hunnid rounds? Because we don't miss (because we don't miss)
Black Dior shades on my eyes because I lean a lot (yeah)
Need to quit that syrup right now it make me pee a lot (ha)
Fuck around and rob my plug, hmm
I mean I rob my plug for like half 'cause I ain't need a lot ('cause I ain't need a lot)
We don't measure drank when we sippin', yeah, we just pour the numbers (what?)
Got a dog house in Atlanta, do Robert Horry numbers (facts)
Finna cut new cullin on forges yeah that's before the summer (forges)
Turn that chopper up like a hemi, I'm tryna motor something (I'm tryna splash something)
Hm, ooh, these niggas real rappers (ooh)
I make music and I drop shit, yes, I'm a drill rapper (for real)

Shoot that glizzy then clean it off, I got some real manners (ha)
Couple million sitting in the safe, look like a steel cabinet (look like a steel cabinet)

Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee
Faceshot, gang in my city, wanna terrorize the streets
Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep
No more hot cars, I got a rental for the whole week

Slide through the bity, nobody out, tryna put a bitch on a tee
Faceshot, gang in my city, wanna terrorize the streets
Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep
No more hot cars, I got a rental for the whole week (for the whole week)