Stashspot 2

[Verse 1: Lil Sheik]
Got me and Quezz flexing bands in that drop top
I'll pull up with the stick, it ain't shit to get your ass popped
If niggas want it, lil Quany got that Draco
I'll pull up on your block and run through your hood stash spot
Niggas want me dead, come and send a fuckin' shot
I'm probably in the jets or at the bubble posted on the block
While I was pulling up at [?] crackers took the GLOCK
Now it's free Rell out the jam then we on top
Free Baby Brother, lil nigga love to bust the GLOCK
Big Money OTB the clique, shit nonstop
A year ago made number one and it ain't even drop
Me and Quezz in traffic flexin' bands in that drop top
Lil Tutu had the SIG, make that bitch pop
Even thought that motherfucker only held eight shots
Can't forget how we was slidin' down them niggas' block
Back to back, boom, boom, lettin' off hella shots
Got me and Quezz flexing bands in that drop top
I can't wait to throw a mil in my stash spot
Me and Quezz flexing bands in that drop top
I can't wait to throw a mil in my stash spot
When I be sliding down they block tryna make something drop
Niggas never outside, claiming they on the block
So I be gettin' to the money, focused on rap
Seein' better days from hittin' licks in the clap
Slide on Big Money, give it a hour, we'll slide back
Front door creeper, I ain't sneaky, don't come through the back
It ain't dissing when I rap, I just be stating facts
Can't say no names but that diss track was hella wack
They wasn't ready for Stash Spot coming back to back
But this one for all my fans, all I make is slaps
It ain't no feelings so I fucked the bitch from the back
She see me ballin' so she quick to try to throw it back
Feelin' like Big, flippin' work and countin' stacks
Touching bands, Big Money done did all of that
Tryna rob me, you bound to get your skull cracked
Love unconditional, my brothers got my back
You niggas broke, I think it's time to face the fact
Fuck any bitch I want, I love living this life of rap
Me and Quezz flexing bands in that drop top
I can't wait to throw a mil in my stash spot

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
When I be sliding down they block tryna make something drop
I got fifty in this chop, thirty in this GLOCK
Police scanning at the spot, we dropped like eighty shots
And I just went and bought my baby a new baby GLOCK
You can never be a opp if you told on niggas
We been sliding, we been tryna up the score on niggas
We been red stop sign upping poles on niggas
Then I'm gone, sell out shows and hit the road on niggas
It's some shit that we done did I'm taking to the grave
It's some niggas toting guns I know would never spray
I just hope I signed a deal before I catch a case
Fuck being in and out of jail, I'm in and out the bank
Oh, goddamn, tell me how he told but he your mans?
Real brothers, can't do fake friends
Sorry, baby, can't be your man
Nigga thinking I'm a lick, catch a headshot
Big [?], fly nigga, Hancock
Nigga, I'ma keep a loaf 'til the bread stop
Big Cooks, headlock, diss songs, man drop
I don't know niggas, bitch, I'm anti
Anti, fuck nigga, shooters on standby
Make one phone call [?] headline
Yellow tape, pack bags, passport, airlines
I been riding in that hemi with a stash spot
Niggas never slid back when they mans got
Me and G counting bands in that drop top
I can't wait to throw a mil in my stash spot
When we been sliding down they block tryna make something drop
While I got fifty in this chop, thirty in this GLOCK
Police scanning at the spot, we dropped like eighty shots
And I just went and bought my baby a new baby GLOCK

[Outro: Yhung T.O.]
When we been sliding down they block tryna make something drop
I just wanna have some bands in the stash spot
Me and G flexing bands in that drop top
Me and G flexing bands in that drop top
Me and Sheik flexing bands in that drop top