Spiderxo – Off the Lot Lyrics

Off the Lot – Spiderxo Lyrics

(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

(We gon' be okay)

I just swerved off the Lot

Think he gang, no he not

I'ma bang what I bang, I ain't switching 'bout no thot

Bitch I'm stirring up the pot

Bitch this money all I got

I ain't tripping bout no fame I want money, need a lot

Paint her face just like Van Gogh

I ain't tripping on no lame hoe

I might catch a stain hoe

Serving chickens out the backdoor

Y'all niggas be cap bro

You ain't catch no hat hoe

Catch him I'ma clap bro

Your bitch in my lap hoe

Say you the best I ever had?

Bitch you just like the last hoe

What's inside my backwood?

Bitch I smoke exotic gas hoe

My ex bitch don't like me

She told me that I'm a assholе

I ain't never listen

But lowkеy, I think she right though

I just swerved off the Lot

Think he gang, no, he not

I'ma bang what I bang, I ain't switching 'bout no thot

Bitch I'm stirring up the pot

Bitch this money all I got

I ain't tripping bout no fame I want money, need a lot

Rock supreme, polkadots

Nigga you lame, you's a bot

Your bitch eat like Tater tots

Hiding dope inside my socks

Y'all niggas robots, somethin' like Grok

Feel like Che I Rot, I Rot

Your bitch she a thot, a thot

Am I sober?

No, I'm not

Just got some racks, now I need more

We tryna find that boy, Neemo

Not talking T-Pain, your bitch got low

She asked for the racks, I said"Bitch no"

Lil' bitch I'm pouring one, two, three, four

Your hoe got front row to my show

She came backstage, I fucked that hoe

I don't need that bitch, but I want that hoe

I just swerved off the Lot

Think he gang, no he not

I'ma bang what I bang, I ain't switching 'bout no thot

Bitch I'm stirring up the pot

Bitch this money all I got

I ain't tripping bout no fame I want money, need a lot

Paint her face just like Van Gogh

I ain't tripping on no lame hoe (Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

I might catch a stain hoe

Serving chickens out the backdoor (We gon' be okay)

Y'all niggas be cap bro

You ain't catch no hat hoe

Catch him I'ma clap bro

Your bitch in my lap hoe

Say you the best I ever had?

Bitch you just like the last hoe

What's inside my backwood?

Bitch I smoke exotic gas hoe

My ex bitch don't like me

She told me that I'm a asshole

I ain't never listen

But lowkey, I think she right though

Popped too many percs, now I can't even feel my body

I just fucked your bitch, she ain't loyal, she a thottie

Caught like 30 bodies like I'm Hitler, not no Nazi

Bitch I'm on a different timing, I swear you can't top me

I'm with your bitch, she tryna top me

I'm with this Latina hoe she keep calling me Papi

Nigga I'm with your bitch right now she tryna give me sloppy

All this ice up on my neck feel like I'm playing hockey, Oh

I just swerved off the Lot

Think he gang, no he not

I'ma bang what I bang, I ain't switching 'bout no thot

Bitch I'm stirring up the pot

Bitch this money all I got

I ain't tripping bout no fame I want money, need a lot

Paint her face just like Van Gogh

I ain't tripping on no lame hoe

I might catch a stain hoe

Serving chickens out the backdoor

Y'all niggas be cap bro

You ain't catch no hat hoe

Catch him I'ma clap bro

Your bitch in my lap hoe

Say you the best I ever had?

Bitch you just like the last hoe

What's inside my backwood?

Bitch I smoke exotic gas hoe

My ex bitch don't like me

She told me that I'm a asshole

I ain't never listen

But lowkey, I think she right though