SpotEmGottem
On A Tee (Extended Version)
[Intro: SpotEmGottem]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Fuck n***a, back the fuck up
(T this bitch up, Tone)

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
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)

[Verse 1: SpotEmGottem]
What's that in the air? Smell like bap, that shit there cheap as hell
Can't wait to catch that rappin'-ass n***a, I'm tryna send my shooter there
Go, dead— yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dead n***a
When I tweak out, yeah, his head bigger
Tryna score for two, but they hit for four, fuck one of them main n***as
Or I just call lil' Moe, put some chains on your brain, n***a
Two n***as, they got shh by a Ruger by the same n***a
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"

[Chorus: SpottemGottem]
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
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
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 n***as '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 n***as 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

[Verse 3: SpottemGottem]
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 n***as in my lungs (Dead n***as in my pack)
Throw your set up, n***a, where you from? (Fuck you bang?)
Get your get back, n***a, 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 n***a, he done
Now his mama crying 'bout her fuckin' his son ('Bout that bitch-ass n***a, ayy)
[Chorus: SpottemGottem]
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)