Lyrics Spot Run - VL Deck, Young Thug

Spot Run

Incognito
The car just been imported
Cheat code, let’s stand out
How the fuck you get on this side?
Woah
I got, racks bustin' out my dental
I’ma spot runner, gas bags, I can sell 'em
Extension, pain killer lean sipper
Ninja turtle bullets in a magazine, these bitches flippers
The 36 cool, but the 41 bigger
The Tesla transform, but you gotta see the Fisker
Used to old school whips, now one button, this bitch talk
Rollie compliments the stand down, I survive the drought
40 pointer bracelet crack, look like glass house
Carbon one-five with the titties, that’s a hundred rounds
Gotta get it how you live where I’m from, that’s regardless
Up twenty four seven, ain’t no sleepin' in the projects
This a half a t-shirt what I spent on my VS piece
Face good, I slept in every Zone trap from one to three
Gang owe homage, I need a mil' for retribution
Now I’m on stage next to Street, Slime and Future
Bracket full a rich niggas, it’s eat
But if a nigga think it’s candy, they gon' book me on street
Count up a check, get the big head
Walk in this bitch like I’m
Pour up a deuce in a big red
Diamonds on fleek like a bitch head
I got, racks bustin' out my dental
I’ma spot runner, gas bags, I can sell 'em
Extension, pain killer lean sipper
Ninja turtle bullets in a magazine, these bitches flippers
The 36 cool, but the 41 bigger
The Tesla transform, but you gotta see the Fisker
Used to old school whips, now one button, this bitch talk
Rollie compliments the stand down, I survive the drought
Survived in the biggest bullets ever, ayy (Ever, ayy)
Hydraulic, got a four up in a Mellow Yellow, yeah (Got a four in a Mellow)
In my own lane, I’m on a oneway (Oneway)
Ain’t sell no brick, I built my feng shui (Yeah)
We don’t play games, we no Nintendos, nigga (No)
I built my ma house and got bigger figures (Blessings)
You ain’t no gangsta, you a titty, nigga (Yeah)
Got me dancin' like Michael Jackson Thriller, nigga (Got me dancin')
We servin' Xannys and whammys (Yeah)
The way that PJ land outstandin', I’m fannin' (I'm a fan)
I told that bitch don’t ever compare me to no fan, yeah
I keep at least a half a millies in the socks somewhere (Yeah)
I got, racks bustin' out my dental
I’ma spot runner, gas bags, I can sell 'em
Extension, pain killer lean sipper
Ninja turtle bullets in a magazine, these bitches flippers
The 36 cool, but the 41 bigger
The Tesla transform, but you gotta see the Fisker
Used to old school whips, now one button, this bitch talk
Rollie compliments the stand down, I survive the drought