Spinnin'

Fuck 40 Cal., man, you know that we smoke 'em

I told Rose just to pass me the bolder

I don't know how they dissin' my dead's

Like all of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead

JayRip, Nazzy, C-Hi, Blay

All them **** is dead in the grave

That's on bro, **** got me on hots

I told BBG pass me the chop, I'ma flock

Don't forget that's it's still "Free 30"

Always on court, "14" on my jersey

See the Gz, I'ma clear up the scene

Smokin' on dummy, got put on a T

Like, all Amiri on my body

Fuck that, I just been smokin' on Lotti

On court tryna make every basket

Catch a 9 rack and I'ma get the clap'n

They know I keep a heater for all of my opps

And we spinnin' if we get the drop

They know we winnin' they easy to pop

We addicted to sinnin' and squeezin' dem glocks

They spun the B, now, we beatin' they block

This 4-0 got a beam, you could see if they shot

Bro let it sing, make 'em bleed wit' a chop

We gon' bless you for sneezin' and cleanin' ya snot

We hit they block, now they running track meet

Can't no opp ever say that he packed me

DaDa keep rappin', got jumped and ain't clap heat

Should've been us to catch him, would've clapped 'em

And I stay wit' a gun, we don't do no lackin'

You could run, either way I'ma blast it

You ain't gon' blow that, lil' ****, pass it

Bullets, we throw that like we in Madden

Like, fuck Diddy

Yeah, I stay on that shit

If I catch me a goon, I'ma flare at the whip

4-5 hit his mind, yeah, I stay with a grip

I know a opp that got shot in his leg

And the other one died in the whip

That could never be me, would of up'd my blick

Like, like we tryna catch one head out the V

And we spun and they fled, made 'em bail on they feet

I know a opp, use his head for his meat

Almost died to these bitches tryna get some cheeks

It's a new **** dissin' every week

**** ain't do shit to be sayin' it's beef

I keep my led every day of the week

****, why is you scarred if you up in these streets?

Fuck 40 Cal., man, you know that we smoke 'em

I told Rose just to pass me the bolder

I don't know how they dissing my dead's

Like all of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead

They know I keep a heater for all of my opps

And we spinnin' if we get the drop

They know we winnin', they easy to pop

We addicted to sinnin' and squeezin' dem glocks