Walk in the Spot

[Chorus: Jurrarri]
Walked in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking
Walked in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking

[Verse 1: Jurrarri]
Bricks in a trash bag, shipment on the seat
Ju got it for the low, all white keys
I'm flying down the interstate, 2010 Camaro
Bricks in the trunk, got a connect with Yo Gotti
Stepped out the car, chain blinging on my [?]
Too minimum wage, shawty, give me my respect
Me and Shawty Lo flexed at the scene
Bankroll, no chain with a pocket full of green
'Rarri

[Chorus: Jurrarri]
Walk in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking
Walk in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking

[Verse 2: Lil Mook]
Mook in the spot, so everybody looking
A big cloud of smoke, I'm going county kushing
Butt-naked bitch in the kitchen and she cooking
My trap go bologna, everybody jugging
I'm strapped up for them niggas looking at me crooked
My mixtape hot, so everybody booking
28 grams of kush, I cost them $450
A hundred pack of Xanax, they like $350
I walked in the spot, my naked wrist glistening
Hoes looking, they head doing a 360
That's how we do it down here
The ice in my ear look like a can of beer
My jewelry game loud, I'm blowing on loud
Everybody looked as I walked through the crowd
I hop out the car and everybody's staring
Could it be my ice or these Louis that I'm wearing?

[Chorus: Jurrarri]
Walk in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking
Walk in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking

[Verse 3: Jurrarri]
Bricks in the Gucci bag, pounds in that trunk
Yeah, sell 550, mounted like a dump
Alabama where I'm from, the A is where I stay
Buckhead is where I lay, I hustle every day
Bricks, bricks, all white bricks
Just hit a lick for all these bricks
That ain't Lo and Gucci for all these bricks
Morning that I told you I swear I'll never hit a lick

[Chorus: Jurrarri]
Walk in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking
Walk in the spot, everybody looking
Jurrarri chain, everybody looking
Loud clouds of smoke, but ain't nobody cooking
Bricks on the stove, where my shawty cooking