Spinnin

Fuck that Niggas talkin' "bout I'ma die by the end of the week Well they got me fucked up You got me fucked up, you think I'm fakin' out here Fuck, I'ma spin on all these niggas blocks Fuck, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all We spinnin' on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin' them opps for real Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin' We livin' this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We killin' on sight for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin' them opps for real Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin' We livin' this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We killin' on sight for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Dead niggas, we dropped for real We spinnin' on blocks for real (come here, come here) We spinnin' on blocks for real Dead niggas, we dropped for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spin on your block with three hundred shots 23 got a Glock with 50 shots See an opp in public, then we shoot it out Then post on the block, we gon' clear it out Then post on the block, we gon' clear it out See an opp in public, then we shoot it out Run down, stand over him Look him up in his eye, empty the Glock on him, ayy Pulled up, shot his ass, hit the dash You thinkin' I'm pussy, your life can get tooken Spazz, been drivin, I bet he won't crash I creep through the night, no bitch, I ain't no rookie I'm all in, you ain't takin' nothin Tryna test me, I'ma show you somethin Draco on me gota hundred rounds In front of your mama, I'ma gun you down Don't spare me, I ain't sparin' you I'ma show your ass what this Glock do Don't spare me, I ain't sparin' youu I'ma show your ass what this Glock do Catch him in traffic and put it on him I don't need no gang, spin by my lonely Come here nigga We spinnin' on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin' them opps for real Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin' We livin' this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We killin' on sight for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin' them opps for real Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin' We livin' this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We killin' on sight for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Dead niggas, we dropped for real We spinnin' on blocks for real (come here, come here) We spinnin' on blocks for real Dead niggas, we dropped for real We spinnin' on blocks for real The other side said it's beef, so you know it's bodies droppin' Call me Mr. Spin-a-Bend, known to spin again and again I don't give a fuck how you feel, I don't give a fuck how you take it Keep it on me Be damned if I let a nigga take me (can't let a nigga take me) Reach for my chain, I ain't goin' for it Empty the clip, reload it again, get to blowin' more and more These niggas be hidin', I go and find 'em like Dora the Explorer Come here, no it ain't no runnin' Shots fired gon' put him under We bring the heat, soundin' like a thunder My bros tried to kill me, made me wonder No, I ain't blind, no Stevie Wonder Peep all the fake shit, fuck a vest, we shoot faces No faces beat cases Run down while he runnin' off to the races .762 the reason why there's dead niggas in they places We face shit We spinnin' on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin' them opps for real Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin' We livin' this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We killin' on sight for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin' them opps for real Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin' We livin' this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We killin' on sight for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Dead niggas, we dropped for real We spinnin' on blocks for real (come here, come here) We spinnin' on blocks for real Dead niggas, we dropped for real We spinnin' on blocks for real Nah, I ain't lyin', nigga got me fucked up Talkin' 'bout how they gon' kill me by the end of this week Can't so we'll tear that thing I ain't lyin', let that nigga tweak Ayy Boo, grab that smack, nigga Give a fuck 'bout none of that Ayy, go get Spazz, 23