Spin Again (feat. STR Jay)

I just chewed a Rp 30 with my lean it got me waking up
Brodie found my number in her phone it got 'em breaking up
Since we caught yo mans out in the field you scared to lace 'em up
Drill that nigga whip and watch 'em crash he ain't brake enough

Never fucked with liquor told Jerm you brought the drank or what
Call the Glocky Bella give him a thorn just like it's Shake It Up
She say she got that WAP pull down yo pants you got the lake or what
Nigga stop asking about the bows you got the pape or what

Nigga stop asking bout them hoes that you ain't gone fuck
Twenty shots coming out the drac I'm tryna flip his truck
Bang was out here pulling niggas cards like he was playing tonk
Co was out here beating niggas ass before he learned to punch

We was catching bodies in the air before we did a dunk
Bitches they ain't like me back in school now they let me fuck
AR-15 smooth as hell it come with a buck
STR Da Mob that's my gang you ain't one of us

Speaking on the opps in my songs got 'em furious
Twenty-Two straight out the Glock like Baby Smoove it's getting serious
If he think he bout to slide and don't catch shots then he delirious
We gone spin spin spin until we die it ain't fear in us

We gone spin spin spin until he die we gotta send 'em up
You can make a thousand overnight nigga get on a bus
Triple Doubles in the off-season like I fuck with Russ
Me and gang gone go and call a huddle just to get 'em rushed

We like Midas we gone go the extra mile just to get 'em touched
I know a dumb nigga drove 4 hours just for 50 bucks
Yeah I'm lightskin with nice skin but keep a blicky tucked
Play with STR making the call Jesus come pick 'em up

He got hit with some hot shit he ain't getting up
Bang out here loading Glock clips while we pulling up
Ima flip the switch on niggas if they really think they tough
Niggas think they us

Choppa knock 'em out of bounds he couldn't get a buck
Her nigga keep calling her phone while she getting fucked
I told this bitch leave me alone I don't want no love
Put a nigga in a zone that mean we boxed him up

If I put 'em in my cart I'm bout to sock 'em up
If he ain't Mark Jerm or Jay then he is not with us
I grab the Glock and spin the bend he gone be dead before the doctor come
Stop asking bout the pints that shit around and it's a lot of them

Stop asking bout the pints that shit around you tryna cop or sum
Everytime me and Jerm link up we pouring drop or sum
Me and Jay link we run the beat tryna drop us sum
Linking up with Bang we grabbing chops tryna drop us sum

Yeah

STR shit nigga

Da Mob



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Writer(s): Rickey Stone Ii
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