Ayoo Bigz ‘#1 Spot’ (Produced by Nickel Plated Beats) (Official Video)

Ayoo Bigz – “#1 Spot” (Prod. by Nickel)

— This ain’t rap. This survival music.

This ain’t no TikTok bop. This that dirty hallway, piss-stained stairwell, “I gotta make it out or die here” type rap. Ayoo Bigz ain’t rappin’ for clout — he sound like he’s rappin’ for his life.

“#1 Spot” don’t come in with no intro, no warning — it kicks the door off the hinges. Bigz spits like he just crawled out the sewer with nothin’ but scars and somethin’ to prove. Every bar got mud on it. His voice? Cracked and coated in hunger — like he ain’t ate in three days and the booth is the last plate on Earth.

Nickel’s beat sounds like it was cooked in a basement with no windows — drums hittin’ like broken fists, melody slithering like rats in the wall. It don’t bounce. It stalks. And Bigz rides it like a pitbull draggin’ a chain.

“#1 Spot”? That’s not a title.

It’s a f*in’ warning.**

Bigz got that nobody believed in me energy — the kind you only get when you’ve been slept on so long, your dreams turn into weapons. He ain’t here to rhyme cute. He’s here to air it out. The way he spaces his bars? Surgical. Like each line is a blade and he knows exactly where to cut.

This ain’t about fashion. This about survival. He’s speakin’ to the ones who know what it’s like to stretch a dollar ’til it screams, to sit in silence and plot revenge on a world that forgot your name.

The visuals? Filthy. In the best way.

Forget the filters. Forget the props. This is straight sewer water cinema — cracked pavement, dim lights, faces that look like they been through hell and ain’t done yet. Bigz ain’t pretending. Ain’t stuntin’. Just standin’ in the fire, daring it to burn hotter.

He don’t need to say “I’m real.”
You see it. You feel it. You smell it in the smoke.

“I ain’t waitin’ for no handouts, I’m takin’ what’s mine…”
– Ayoo Bigz, “#1 Spot”That hook? Stickier than the floor in a trap house. It rides, but it also reminds you — he’s not asking for space. He’s taking it.

Verdict? This ain’t music. This is a f*in’ mugshot on wax.**

Ayoo Bigz came out the gutter with grit in his lungs and flame in his throat. “#1 Spot” ain’t clean. It ain’t pretty.

It’s pure pressure.
No apologies. No polish. Just pain, purpose, and power.

And if this is just the first round?
The whole game better duck. Bigz ain’t knockin’. He’s kickin’ in the front door.