Spin!

Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
spin, spin
I hop in the whip when the blick bout to
I passed bro the glocky I told him to "Spin"
You talk down on gang and you know we gon spin
Bros punching the bin but he forgot the pin
When I'm in NY you know I'm rocking Tim's
You know them grillz fake them hoes be some tins'
If I'm in a Neiman's I'm dropping 10 bands
When I'm in the club I be throwing 10's
All my brothers pull 10's and yall barely pull 5's
And you know we're never lackin', Yeah I always got my fire

Yeah, the gang be pistol packing, Yeah they toting on them 9's
And yo thottie pullin' up she gon' drank me like some wine
And you know we turning up, yeah, we turn up til the next day
All my diamonds really flawless, yeah, they came from Eliantte

Hold up, bro, wait
Hop in that track, and then we go swerve jakes
Shorty a baddie and she got some cake
I'm pushing the whip, so we are not late

I'm about to pop me some pills, huh
Can't nut she ain't off a pill, (Hrg)
Yo hoe say she down for the thrill (Hrg)
The hating, it comes from your derriere
Your hoe say she wants me to marry her

Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin
I hop in the whip when the blick bout to
I passed bro the glocky I told him to "Spin"
You talk down on gang and you know we gon spin
Bros punching the bin but he forgot the pin
When I'm in NY you know I'm rocking Tim's
You know them grillz fake them hoes be some tins'
If I'm in a Neiman's I'm dropping 10 bands
When I'm in the club I be throwing 10's
All my brothers pull 10's and yall barely pull 5's
And you know we're never lackin', Yeah I always got my fire



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Writer(s): Kyan Brown
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