Spinning

If they don't spin these records, fuck it we gon spin the block
I done been through hell and back, nigga I done seen a lot
Got me spinning off this henny, I might graduate to wok
I ain't spoke to my bitch, I ain't spoke to my pops
Pray to God I make it home, and I don't end up in no box
Free roland out the jam, we still screaming fuck the cops
Like the feds when you winning, niggas know this shit gon knock
Ima get to that paper my nigga, like it or not

These niggas claim they real, we know they not
Tryna chase a hunnid mill, until I do, shit I can't stop
Niggas envious, they want you dead, gon put you on that Fox
Foreign whip outside the mall, don't get caught slippin at the Fox
Or it's gon be a lot of dead niggas walking
And y'all be poppin shit, but nun you niggas walk it how you talk it
Came a long from shopping for them Wranglers down at Target
Now it's louis this, prada that, fuckin up Neiman Marcus
Off that shit, don't get me started
Hit NY, fuckin up Starlets
Walk through, run me a deposit
This lifestyle making me nauseous
Sample with the bass, got these lil niggas out here moshin
Lil bad bitch, take her on a shopping spree
Count it up, count it down
Five four three, two one
Is you gon ride with me?
Is you gon ride with me?
Is you gon ride with me until the wheels fall off?
Head keep spinning, ain't popped no pill
Might take a lil trip, go off

If they ain't spin, we gon spin the block
Pray to God I make it home, and I don't end up in no box
Trip off what I stand on, know I do that shit a lot
Free Cameron out the jam, we still screaming fuck the cops
Done been through hell and back, nigga I done seen a lot
Tryna get these mills, young nigga can't stop, young nigga can't



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Writer(s): La Ryda
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