Spun Out

We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear the shots they never come out
We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear the shots they never come out

Let me talk to them
Spin the block where you hang out
Window down with the thing out
Lock and load on the target lyrically blow his brains out
I cleared the block when it rang out
Lion roared it never came out
Told him I got ammo I'll be back then we spun out
Back to my hustle dog, greenhouse ins and outs
Hustler by nature homie, up and down survived droughts
Avoided getting dimed out in the system on time out
My life is a movie really live what I rap about bitch

It's a person from the Bricks all over the world
Might catch us in a flick all over your girl
Might catch us in the whip doing donuts in swirl
Anything we do just know we do it thorough
Halfway house guns, shells on a furlough
Brick City apparel let it go out of the barrel duke
Get knocked out you'll fall with no parachute
Ya man had to carry you back to the car twenty shots flip your Malibu

We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear the shots they never come out
We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear the shots they never come out

Yo hold up I got some talk for them too
Ayo, them boys in the hood tryna get the guap
The thirst got them dying just to get a shot
Heat compress they going to put it to your knot
The lump lump X'd out like Sadat
They in your own hood got ya head on the block
Giving you flowers after mom put you in the plot
No sleep for the wicked till they in the box
Or they trapped in the can three hots and a cot

Let it go pop a hundred round clap rap militia
On the spot spun the block back to get ya
Ten miles away through the scope could've split ya
Verbal bullet zipping metal chipping
Hip Hop profession
Throw a grenade in your studio session
Literally heavy artillery flow aggressive
Plant C-4 in your face change your expression
Turn you to a memory just because you bitter
Body bag the track that's a fact pull the zipper (Damn, Jersey Gore)

We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear the shots they never come out
We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear the shots they never come out