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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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