SpotemGottem, Icewear Vezzo - On a Tee lyrics

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

Slide through the bity, nobody out
Tryna put a bitch on a tee (Ayy)
Face shot
Gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets
(Go) big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and
They'll flip a Jeep no more hot cars
I got it rented for the whole week
(Whole week)

What's that in the air? Smell like bap
That shit there cheap as hell
Can't wait to catch that rappin'-ass nigga
I'm tryna send my shooter there
Go, dead yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah dead nigga
When I tweak out, yeah, his head bigger
Tryna score for two, but they hit for four
Fuck one of them main niggas
Or I just call lil' Moe, put
Some chains on your brain, nigga
Two niggas
They got shh by a Ruger by the same nigga
Okay, I'm on that car right
There, we switchin' lanes, get him
This a leaky 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 face shot
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 it rented for the whole week

Hmm, yeah, bitch, I get to tweakin' out
Pop a bean, caught them boys lackin' when
They was eatin' out
Fifty bands stuffed in my 'Miris
We brought them demons out
Send your pussy ass to the sky
So he can see the clouds
Ayy, bitch, I ain't got no sense
Little switchy on that FN look
Like a phone chip
Do the opps like back in the day
Them niggas '06
Why you think we shoot hundred
Rounds? Because we don't miss
Black Dior shades on my eyes
Because I lean a lot
Need to quit that syrup right now
It make me pee a lot
Fuck around and rob my plug mm i mean
I'll rob my plug for like half
'cause I ain't need a lot
We don't measure drank when
We sippin', yeah, we just pour the numbers
(Pour it) got a dog house in Atlanta
Do Robert Horry numbers
Finna cut new Cullinan on Forgis, yeah
That's before the summer (Forgis)
Turn that chopper up like a Hemi
I'm tryna motor something
Hmm, ooh, these niggas real rappers
I make music and I drop shit
Guess I'm a drill rapper
Shoot that glizzy, then clean it off
I got some real manners
Couple million sittin' in the safe
Look like a steel cabinet

Hold on, glick in my palm
Get to shootin' this bitch
(Shootin' this bitch)
Palm Angels all on my ass, Louis on my kicks
(All on my ass)
Baby, I'm the don (I'm the don)
We like murder shit and you know I'm the one
(You know I'm the fuckin' one)
Aim my switch at you, bet I chi chi
Dead opp, I just got dead niggas in my lungs
(Dead niggas in my pack)
Throw your set up, nigga, where you from?
(Fuck you bang?)
Get your get back, nigga, where your gun?
(Get your fuckin' get back)
My trigger finger itchin'
This bitch done got numb (Shit numb as numb)
Hit his head, his top, chest, hit his lungs
(Hit his bitch ass)
Paralyze this pussy, faceshot the nigga
He done now his mama crying 'bout
Her fuckin' his son
('Bout that bitch-ass nigga, ayy)

Slide through the bity, nobody out
Tryna put a bitch on a tee face shot
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 it rented for the whole week
Slide through the bity, nobody out
Tryna put a bitch on a tee face shot
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 it rented for the whole week
(For the whole week)