Limb By Limb

Spinnin, I'm tryna catch me a nigga who act like he with it but really ain't did shit
Give my demon a 30 watch how he react fuck a V we gone bend thru and blitz em
Niggas 2 mixy move Oppy he sent em, like
Hop out that v we gone drench em
He was tough turned that boy to a Christian, like
Arm, leg, chest, arm leg, head Bend thru they side off the red, like
Niggas jackin us K leave em dead
Arm, leg, chest, arm leg dead
When I ride I got one in the head
I just pray I don't go to the feds

I know niggas ain't tough, get brushed
My demons feinin to make a new blunt
Like, Spin blocks, new spliff
Don't care who you wit anybody get bunned
Still 38th To 4-1 2 MILLY White plains anybody get touched
Like, who you, spin thru
He thought he was bishop like he had the juice
Just gotta new chop, shoot 7.62's
2 shotz at a 4 he go up on the news, like
We don't need no recruits, just spin thru uptown niggas know what we do
Niggas don't be intune, loose screw
If you jackin them you can go out with em too
On a drill with the goons, like who's who
If we spot em, then he getting flocked out his goose
And I dont sip tris, need wock
Sleeze give me a 10 let's go bend on the opps
And if we see the jakes, move hot No breaks long as we make it back to the block
How he say he on Forbes, wit no scores
It don't matter what block every 4 getting dropped
Like big die4s, 4-1 EBK EOS every opp get shot, gang

Spinnin, I'm tryna catch me a nigga who act like he with it but really ain't did shit
Give my demon a 30 watch how he react fuck a V we gone bend thru and blitz em
Niggas 2 mixy move Oppy he sent em, like
Hop out that v we gone drench em
He was tough turned that boy to a cristian, like
Arm, leg, chest, arm leg, head Bend thru they side off the red, like
Niggas jackin us K leave em dead
Arm, leg, chest, arm leg dead
When I ride I got one in the head
I just pray I ion go to the feds



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Writer(s): Dequan Rohadfox
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