Spinnin
Talking
Chorus
We spinning on blocks for real
Hop out the car with them cutters
We dropping them opps for real
B**** aint no fakin we thuggin
We living that life for real
Running down shoot em broad day
We killing on sight for real
We spinning on blocks for real
We spinning on blocks for real
Hop out the car with them cutters
We dropping them opps for real
B**** aint no fakin we thuggin
We living that life for real
Running down shoot em broad day
We killing on sight for real
We spinning on blocks for real
We spinning on blocks for real
We spinning on blocks for real
That nigga we dropped for real
We spinning on blocks for real
We spinning on blocks for real
That nigga we dropped for real
We spinning on blocks for real
Verse 1
We spinnin on block with with 300 shots
23 got a glock with 50 shots
See a opp in public then we shoot it out
Then post on the block then we gone clear it out
Run down, stand over him
Look him up in his eye empty the glock on him- ay
Run down, stand over him
Look him up in his eye empty the glock on him- ay
Spazz been drivin I bet he won't crash
Pulled up shot his ass in the dash
You thinkin im pussy your life can get tooken
I creep through the night bitch I aint no rookie
I'm all in, you aint takin nothin
Try to test me Imma show you something
Draco on me got 100 round
And in front of your momma Ima gun you down
Don't spare me, I aint sparing you
Imma show yo a** what this glocks do
Don't spare me, I aint sparing you
Imma show yo a** what this glocks do
Catch em in traffic and put it on him
I don't need no gang, spin by my lonely
Chorus
Verse 2
The other side say it's beef
So you know its bodies dropping
Call me Mr. Spin a bin
Known to spin again and again
I don't give a fuck how you feel, I don't give a fuck how you take it for
Keep it on me be damned if I let a n***** take me
Reach for my chain I ain't going for it
Empty the clip reload it again get to blowing more and more
These n***** be hiding i go and find them like Dora the explorer
Come here, no it aint no running
Shots fired goin to put him under
I bring the heat it sound like the thunder
My brother tried to kill me, make me wonder
No I ain't blind, no Stevie Wonder
Peep all that fake shit, fuck a vest we shoot faces
No faces beat cases
Run down while he running out to races
762 the reason why there's dead n***** in their places
We face shit
Chorus
