Leave Da Spot

I-

I call it double trouble, me and my gang

My Gat Matte Black

Freddie never lacks packs

I got the hollow tips, I got the scope and bright thing

You know the thing that helps me aim it at your belly ring

I may not know a lot about my shitty clip

The only thing I know is how to shoot it at yo head

I can- I can smell yo stinkin' ass all the way from here

Are you sweatin' from the heat, or sweatin' from the fear- fear?

I don't- I don't- w- tell you what to do

- since you can run

You can hide it might be fun

I ain't done

You can stay, you can waste your life away

Just like that, everything you made was always fuckin' wack

Now you steppin' up

Bang, bang in the head, boy

Wait a second, where's my fuckin' gun I thought I had it (huh)?

Oh shit, you took it from me, put it to yo head

Then you pull the fuckin' trigger, now yo stupid ass is dead

Watch me- Watch me do a dance

On your corpse, a little ditty

Do-si-do

Then I- Then I think I gotta go

Watch me do a dance on your corpse

A little ditty

Do-si-do

Then I- Then I think I gotta go (watch me, watch me)

Watch me do a dance on your corpse

A little ditty

Do-si-do

Then I- Then I think I gotta go

Watch me do a dance on your corpse

A little ditty

Do-si-do

Then I- Then I think I gotta go

Now you- Now you steppin' up

Bang, bang in the head, boy

Wait a second, where's my fuckin' gun I thought I had it (huh)?

Oh shit, you took it from me

Then you pull the fuckin' trigger now yo stupid ass is dead

Watch me- Watch me- Watch me do a dance

On your corpse, a little ditty

Do-si-

Watch me do a dance

On your corpse, a little ditty

Do-si-

Watch me do a dance

On your corpse, a little ditty

Do-si

Watch me do a dance

On your corpse, a little ditty

Do-si-

Watch me do a dance

On your corpse, a little ditty