Spin Again (feat. LanMadeIt & TobyBoi Jack)

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 fuck 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 fuck going on While lot of mob shit Whole lot of gang shit man Like just sliding She let me fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck with the coppas it's fuck 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