Spinnin' (Pt. 2)

Spin through that block, **** know that we sweep

I told BBG hop out the V

Word to my dead, I ain't taking no chances

I'ma up till I see that they bleed

Like I said it before, I'ma say it again

All Amiri, you know that's the jeans

All Amiri

Got this .40, it's stuck in my jeans

**** know that I'm really a tweak

On bro, I do not play when it comes to the street shit

Yeah, even the opposition know we lit

Talking on Notti, you know you a pack, I'ma spin through that block with hella fucking grips

Ten toes, I don't need an assist, I'ma make me a basket every fucking trip

Two poles, and I call up B Hound, you know that he really sturdy in that whip

Glock on my hip on the left side, tryna spin, take a trip through the west side

I'm tryna spin, make a jet fly, put a hole in his face and his left eye

Like, smoking on face till my chest lock

Like, you know I got a laser to catch mine

Like, with this K man I feel like a death god

I'm tryna hop out and bang it to test mine

**** be cap in they punchlines, this a .40, been feeling like fuck 9's

I roll up 40, get dumb fried, like we put out law 'n order for tough guys

If them **** ain't on it, we cut ties

Tryna score but you know we don't clutch knives

Buddy a goner, slipped and now he dumb high

I might fuck on his daughter for one time

Grah, look, I might fuck on his daughter for one time

Like, look, if I pass her to bro, then it's crunch time

Grah, ain't shooting far BBG, yeah, you know that's the punchline

Grah, told the opps stop dying, we smoking that boy he went out

And for bro, yeah, they diss for the clout

Like, yeah, they know what we really about

Like, and I don't gotta talk in this rap shit, 'cause they know that we really just clap shit

And they know that I'm jacking OY, original gangster till the day that I die

Like, and you know I can't switch on the guys , yeah, I do this for Notti and Dot

Look, get off the 'net, all that capping ain't hooping

We see 12 automatic illusion

I like to hit from the back and go stupid

And when she make it clap, yeah, it's actually moving

Look, and if I got the strap, I won't pass it, I boom it

Why you capping, bro? Actually use it

I'm tryna slide out a bat and make music

Like, you should hear this bitch clapping, it's actually stupid

I'm not actually human, and I won't ever ask you to do shit

Look, bitch, I be packing, two grips

Got cook, he was lacking, couldn't do shit

We got the addy to spin, ever see him, smash him with this new gen

Like, I'm forever gon' be on some cool shit, like but don't make me lose it

Spin through that block, **** know that they sweep

I told BBG hop out the V

Word to my dead, I ain't taking no chances

I'ma up till I see that they bleed

Like I said it before, I'ma say it again

All Amiri, you know that's the jeans

Got this .40, it's stuck in my jeans

**** know that I'm really a tweak

Glock on my hip on the left side

Tryna spin, take a trip through the west side

I'm tryna spin, make a jet fly, put a hole in his face and his left eye

Like, smoking on face till my chest lock, like you know I got a laser to catch mine

Like, with this K man I feel like a death god, I'm tryna hop out and bang it to test mine