Paperboy5x x Mrceo5x - H-Spot Freestyle

Nigga know where I'm at man
I'm on that dead end

We got plenty bowls Much motion so much shit going on

Turned my dead end to the spot
I got junkies running back to back

Told them make a line cuz it look hot Just spin it around the back

I just paid 350 for a splat I made my money back
And plus he a bitch that shit a bluff stop acting tough

You act a ass I fuck you up
Fuck the opps they know wassup we pop out three different filly's
Chasing shit they know it's us

Everybody masked up some how they still know it's us
I heard a nigga screaming twin before I tore his ass up

Fuck them niggas from that east Eat who ever
When it's beef I been getting to them racks
But I can't stay up out the streets

Showed my dawg ten ball now he keep begging for a piece
Fuck it buy his ass a p if you can't flip get out the streets
We both say rip ace cho but you ain't in that car with me

Target practice fuck it drop me off right on
Go crazy street I ain't trying see him pull thru
I want that boy deceased

Free lil dolo only thing my nigga murdered was a beat
Im on myrtle behind 5 percent im trying to duck police

After a drill I smoke then hit my knees and pray before I sleep
This the life that I had chose after this shit had chose me

Just me and twin in a jeep cause ain't no need to be 4 deep
I lost my brother qaution promise this ain't how it suppose to be

Ain't no point of going to church cause ain't no bible helping me
I'm trying to close a nigga eyes trying to put his ass
To sleep like a freak But he ain't never waking up ma shh

Turned my dead end to the spot
I got junkies running back to back

Told them make a line cause it look hot just spin it around the back

I just paid 350 for a splat I made my money back
And plus he a bitch that shit a bluff stop acting tough

You act a ass I fuck you up
Fuck the opps they know what's up

We pop out three different fully chasing shit they know it's us
Everybody masked up some how they still know it's us
I heard a nigga scream twin before i tore his ass up

Playing with me that shit ain't safe in the backseat clutching drakes
Fuck that nigga up so bad they can't identify his face

We was putting in for glocks
Now we got our own drakes
Remember I was flipping ounces
Now I'm buying and flipping plates

Put them bands inside the safe secure the bag no rainy day
On the fin-sta stalking all the opps just trying to find a play

I been getting to the money
That shit occupy my day smoking john smoking leeke
Since you say you smoking ace

Where the bag be I'm at with a groupie in a scat
Riding with three stolen Choppers
And we riding in a splat

We ain't joyriding you know we trying to go and catch a hat

I caught shh on blvd and had them niggas running track
If my shit ain't never jam it would've been the end of that

Ian beefing on no internet too grown for tic for tac
Grab the chop go hat for hat show some money rack for rack
Told my Opp show me a band and he can't that nigga flat

Turned my dead end to the spot
I got junkies running back to back

Told them make a line cuz it look hot just spin it around the back

I just paid 350 for a splat I made my money back
And plus he a bitch that shit a bluff stop acting tough
You act a ass I fuck you up

Fuck the opps they know wassup we pop three different fully's
Chasing shit they know it's us

Everybody masked up some how they still know it's us
I heard a nigga screaming twin before I tore his ass up

Written by:
Allan Bass

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