Spin (feat. Ruthle$$)

I still do a drill, I still do a hit
Tell Big Ruthless send the drop
Spin his block with this four-nick
Yeah, we still hit a lick
We still will fuck your bitch
Still be riding 'round with them sticks
Still got youngins' serving nicks

I told my nigga check the perc and make sure nothing was wrong with this
I bought the Glock it came in with the switch, I had to cop the stick
That's an extension, go out on a mission
I won't fail the lick
And free little Dennis, he really a menace, he gon' snatch your shit
I'm out in traffic I been smoking strong
In two months ain't been home
I get a bowl and post it on my phone in two minutes it's gone
These niggas cap, we been in the trap, we got it on our own
And if you play you lay my youngins' stepping
They gon' bust your dome

My youngins' stepping on shit for me, that's fasho'
They know what I'm repping, LMT 30 be on go
This Smith and Wesson on me I tote in my coat
Double C's like I'm a loc, bought double D's for my hoe
Nigga meet me at the trap I ain't serving out of no store
Me and Ruthless just went bought two more Glizzy's and a Draco
Then we get low
Hit the block and spin some more
We know the opps pop out at four
But we spinning the block at three
She swallow, she topping me
Drink the bottle, turn into a freak
Now she reaching for my heat but it's still one under the seat

It's in my lap when I'm out in traffic I can't go out lacking
For that backend they gon' blitz like Madden
Hit the block and sack em'
These niggas capping, they ain't seen no action
We the ones was trapping
Get to tracking, vacuum seal the package in the box and stamp it
I got some jits trying to hit a lick and they gon' slide at six
I send a drop, they gon' spin the block and they shit over with
An 8th of Wock, it fizz on the top 'cause that shit so legit
I drop the top to show off the guap, just watch these diamond glist

I drop the top off
Nigga play, get knocked off
Catch him lacking, he got caught
Hit the back and let shots off
They know that I came with gang
And if he reach for my chain
Then he gon' be on Channel Seven 'cause that Tec split his brain
I remember the day that they killed Zaye I swear mane I went insane
J Money gone, shit ain't the same, ball like him we gon' bang
Can't buy no bitch a ring, you know that this pistol my main
We pull up, put him on SayCheese 'cause we heard he want some fame