Spin Again (feat. LanMadeIt & TobyBoi Jack)

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LMS Zayter

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Nigga beef with me the last thing he gon see is me
Yo bitch on my D ain't talking wade but I'm clutching heat
I be fucking freaks yo bitch sat on the dick just like a seat
Then hop on the beat I'm aiming at his head not his feet
Getting these bands nigga I'm getting gs
Smoke him like a pack then I blow like some leaves
Got Mac Eleven's wit them glocks and them beams
Shots at yo head watching yo mama scream
Clutching the Glock while I'm sipping that lean
Lms keeping bad bitches right on the team
Not talking no freddie you can die when you dream
All in the trenches was serving the fiends
I keep that burner with me like a thot
Once I get up then I'm feeding the block
Shooting these bullets you bleeding a lot
You getting shot if you reach for the Glock
I got a roll on me pockets got knots
Bag on yo head bitch I'm calling them shots
Catching you slipping I'm bring that mop
If I can't get you I'm stabbing yo pops
I blow like a missile it's cash on yo top
Yo bitch throwing ass in the back of the drop
I'm getting this cash and this shit never stop
I got that r/t and it's straight from the lot
Yo bitch wanna f*ck and she always on cock
She slide in my DM's that bitch getting blocked
I'm feeling like roddy my stick in the box
I'm feeling brand new cause I'm going to the top
Big LMS Shi Man
You know what the f*ck going on
While lot of mob shit
Whole lot of gang shit man
Like just sliding
She let me f*ck in the Honda
No bed just legs bent over in backseat
I went to the club didn't pull out a dub and
Bitches ran quick like a track meet
They know I'm a star on point like a fin
I'm swimming in water with great whites
Slithered in grass on late nights
Took yo bitch out for straight ice
She sucked my dick had a great time
Caught that lil boy on the FaceTime
I heard they was plotting through grape vines
I be with snakes yeah straight slimes
If That boi had a bond then I'll get him out
Vivid picture how he living now
First shave off his head tie him up smack his neck
Till motherfuckin' hand turn red from brown
Like ants bite up his ankles
Leave 'em swollen like cankles
He wishing for angels
Praying wishing that it's over
Open his top like a soda
You hear the pop then you know that's it's over
Pushing buttons like controller
You know the motive long live fetti E
Squad solid as a boulder
Walk up in the party none of us gotta pay to get in
Been in the yo for a while shit been feeling like a cleanse
F*ck bitches different nationalities First threesome was some twins
Spent the block like seven times no opps out there we spin again
Don't know what we sliding in might f*ck around and cop a Benz
Half the time pops wasn't there momma taught us to be men
Get to dat sac no falling off yea u know I was built to win
Everyday I get back home ask the lord to forgive my sins
Watch how you talk when you talking to me
You paying for that I ain't talking free
We the ones kicking in doors in the street
Don't f*ck with the coppas it's f*ck the police
She give me that brain stand up on her knees
Pull up big four five I make lemon squeeze
Back then it was free now the verses for three
She bought her friend my big brother with me
Can't even have no basic clip
Too many opps I got to go extended
Stay with my gang they never switch up
Never fold and never bending
Been doing this shit since a youngin Yeah you know that I been trending
Wear Cartier up on my face paid twenty five just for the lens
Aye paid twenty five just for my pendant
Niggas talk that they spinning blocks But we the one's who spinning
Brodie gone beat the case before they even try to sentence
Free Gizz up out that cell when he come home he gone be winning

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