Spin Lyrics

(I think we got a hit)

Yeah

(East Wave)

Ahh

Ahh

(Hey Maldawg I think we got a hit)

Yeah

I think we got a hit

Youngin' call my phone he said he spinning

Mmm, yeah

(We aint stopping at no red light, yeah)

Spin the block (Spin the block), think someone got hit (Hit, hit)

Spin around again make sure he aint miss (Ahh, mmm)

(Yeah, ah)

Hit my line (Hit my line), she want hit (She want hit)

Hit it one more time then a nigga dip (Ahh, mmm)

(Yeah this off the top, look)

Niggas talking down on my name (On my)

These niggas ain't really feel my pain (Feel my)

Young nigga growing up on the Jane (On the)

I don't even know what to say (I don't even, huh)

Dee'Que he the man he steal your bitch (Steal your, huh)

Ricky in the cut he let it rip (Let it, huh)

Always keep a gun up on your hip (On your, huh)

He don't care if you a blood or you a crip (You a, uh)

It's all bout the money fuck you pay me

He was 19 years old when he went crazy

It's fucked up, 16 little girls they having babies, crazy!

We doing this shit daily

Running up a cheque go get that bag (Ya)

If he want smoke put him in pack (Ya)

Smoking on this woods I got that gas (Ya)

Pass that, pass that (Grtt)

Spin the block (Spin the block), think someone got hit (Hit, hit)

Spin around again make sure he aint miss (Ahh, mmm)

(Yeah, ah)

Hit my line (Hit my line), she want hit (She want hit)

Hit it one more time then a nigga dip (Ahh, mmm)

(Yeah this off the top, look)

I-I I think we got a hit

Broski call my phone he told me ouu's a hit

But the city faking, these niggas hating

You gotta keep dropping music 'cause the fans are waiting (Ahh)

They like some fiends they just want more

You gotta keep applying pressure 'cause you at the door (Yeah, yeah)

She hit my line 'cause she adore (Yeah, yeah)

I'm just a Christian nigga in Dior (Yeah)

If you a guy, just stay inside

'Cause the real hitters come out when it turns to night (Ahh)

Look in his eye ain't scared to die (Yeah, yeah)

And we ain't stopping at no red light (Yeah, yeah)

Running up a cheque go get that bag (Ya)

If he want smoke put him in pack (Ya)

Smoking on this woods I got that gas (Ya)

Pass that, pass that (Grtt)

Spin the block (Spin the block), think someone got hit (Hit, hit)

Spin around again make sure he aint miss (Ahh, mmm)

(Yeah, ah)

Hit my line (Hit my line), she want hit (She want hit)

Hit it one more time then a nigga dip (Ahh, mmm)

(Yeah this off the top, look)