Spin
Forever rollin' (forever rollin')
(Flexing)
Told my brother if I'm missing, I got set up by a bitch, oh, what
Hands-on in that kitchen, I don't think I hit the tan enough
Y'all know I throw them bands for nothin
I got two in the pants for nothin
We can't whack your mans for nothin
Bitch, you know he had that comin
I still serve them grams two-hundred, I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothin, they all do that shit for free
Exotic, how them bricks is cheap? They front me four bout six a week
That paper add them piece for Reece
She sucking dick, you cuff the bitch
All in niggas DM, we know, I said you couldn't trust the bitch
My nigga Lock, we beefin now, I told him not to hit my line
I still be fuckin with them pills
Yeah, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told
RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin bros
Yeah, I still be fuckin with them pills
Nigga, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherfuckin' bros doing life up in the feds
Red beam on the dread, need 'em dead
What's the price? I'll pay it
It's love, I ain't even gotta say it
Steppin' long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil' Dead
Preppin' myself how to play it
These niggas must think I'm playin
Came in, catch the place, we sped
Flowers, teddy bears, he dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Noddin', slobbin', drop his head
Happy that I spent my last
I'll drop bags and put 'em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow, said it tasted bad
If it ain't 'bout cash, then what it is
On the island, you see fins
Choppers, Glocks, and SIGs
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand and we right where he live
Take him, get where he spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, mask, gloves, hands
That's that get back for my mans
I still be fuckin with them pills
Yeah, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told
RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin bros
Yeah, I still be fuckin with them pills
Nigga, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherfuckin' bros doing life up in the feds
(Flexing)
Told my brother if I'm missing, I got set up by a bitch, oh, what
Hands-on in that kitchen, I don't think I hit the tan enough
Y'all know I throw them bands for nothin
I got two in the pants for nothin
We can't whack your mans for nothin
Bitch, you know he had that comin
I still serve them grams two-hundred, I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothin, they all do that shit for free
Exotic, how them bricks is cheap? They front me four bout six a week
That paper add them piece for Reece
She sucking dick, you cuff the bitch
All in niggas DM, we know, I said you couldn't trust the bitch
My nigga Lock, we beefin now, I told him not to hit my line
I still be fuckin with them pills
Yeah, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told
RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin bros
Yeah, I still be fuckin with them pills
Nigga, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherfuckin' bros doing life up in the feds
Red beam on the dread, need 'em dead
What's the price? I'll pay it
It's love, I ain't even gotta say it
Steppin' long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil' Dead
Preppin' myself how to play it
These niggas must think I'm playin
Came in, catch the place, we sped
Flowers, teddy bears, he dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Noddin', slobbin', drop his head
Happy that I spent my last
I'll drop bags and put 'em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow, said it tasted bad
If it ain't 'bout cash, then what it is
On the island, you see fins
Choppers, Glocks, and SIGs
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand and we right where he live
Take him, get where he spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, mask, gloves, hands
That's that get back for my mans
I still be fuckin with them pills
Yeah, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody told
RIP to all my niggas, free my motherfuckin bros
Yeah, I still be fuckin with them pills
Nigga, we spin, I'll spin your shit again
Nigga, fuck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherfuckin' bros doing life up in the feds
Credits
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Foreverolling, Oscar Alberto Garcia
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