Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodkeem barner
Songwriter
Lyrics
We be spinning
Till our ass gets dizzy
You'll get shot
Dissing me in my city
We wear ski masks
Everyone looks gritty
I pack my foreign
When i ride through the city
Sipping on henny
Guns got plenty
Smoking on cHris
Yeah opps get with
Kello's a beast
New york nigga in the east
And he reps the nine
And he on time
If he uh uh uhh
That means you crossed the line
We up and fire
Shots be flying
Bodies dropping niggas dying
That's on our flags we ain't lying
Spinning gang
Flags we tied um
We be drilling
They be hiding
They in doors
And we outside
Yeah come outside
Can't kill no opps
Because they hide
Spinning gang nike slide
Got bout fifty on my neck
Independent i ain't signed
Last nigga that i done shot
He paralyzed he need a spine
I don't care that he can't walk
Yeah fuck that nigga he'll be fine
I ain't thirsty so don't use no bitch
To try an get me lined
Job ain't done
We throw that bitch in reverse
Yeah we hit rewind
I get paid 10 kay a show
So how I'm doing doing fine
Designer all on my body
And foriegns all that i drive
I'm NBA fucking live
I'm heating up let me fry
West ward till i die
Know i be with the guys
Try me and you gone die
Where your standing at
You gone lie
With shit ozzing all out your side
Do the goo we holding your side
And get different
Yeah on my side
Ferry butler lehigh
Washington lets it fly
Know i be with them guys
And them demons be on my side
And they know that they gone ride
And fuck that nigga five five
Since he's Hoover killer he die
Writer(s): Rodkeem Barner
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