Spinnin ft. C.STAZZ & KayKayStackin Lyrics

Spin through, lining that nigga

Moving wocky, then I'm frying that nigga

Like, what? Cry little nigga

Said I don't really got time for you niggas

Sit back, high wit' my niggas

Step on the court, I'm frying you niggas

Like, what? Give me the rock

Dumpin' threes, nigga, I cannot stop

Got your bitch, she all on my cock

Wonder why all of these lil niggas wock

I don't give two fucks if you flock

Runnin' them lips, I'll take off that top

Call your bitch, she come with the bud

Rolling up, saying she wanna fuck

She a bop, you out of luck

Talking my shit and I kept it a buck

All of these bitches, they really be all on my dick

Watch how you talk or I'll blick

Lil niggas really got egos, it's making me sick

Niggas is bout to get kicked

Fucking with me, I ain't fucking with you

Niggas with me and they stay coming through

I use my fists, niggas don't need a tool

Nigga look dumb so we call him a fool

He shot, word to my mother

I'm really different, I'm not like no other

He grilling, face I'ma smother

Really on hot, shit feel like the summer

Ain't a baddie, she made out of rubber

And she a thot, why fuck with I love her?

I ain't sorry, your bitch I discover

She getting neaky, she all in my covers, grrah

I'm like Hawkeye, bitch I got aim

Knock it's too big, it can't fit in the frame

Got a chop and I shoot from that range

Niggas is federal, he need to change

You want beef? I could make that arrange

Niggas is stupid, I think he deranged

Beat him up, leave his shit looking strange

I'm the man, I can never change

D.O.S on my body

Pull up, might skirt in a Rari

New chop when I walk in the party

Hit his leg now he movin' retarded

Like, I can't beef with a lame

Set the drop and I'm ending that game

When I'm walking I make it look easy

Can't fuck with that bitch cause she treeshy

Like, bitch tryna get neaky

Fuck that bitch and that shit sounding squeaky

Fuck her hard, she starting to get sleepy

Fuck that bitch, kick her out, she a dub

Call my bitch and I give her some love

Fuck that nigga, he is a bitch

Swear to God I can't fuck with no snitch

Like, I can't fuck with that bitch, ah

Niggas be dissing, don't know where I'm at

If you know me, can't beef with a rat

Bitches be cappin', but ass is flat

B-Baseball nigga, I play with a bat

Better not run cause I never lack

Nigga shut up, let me speak some facts

Run up on you, I might run fast

People talk hot, they really be gas

They know who I am, I'm doing the race

I-I put the ski in my face

Bitches is a thot so I leave out the place

Niggas is federal, don't leave a trace

Stealing your bitch, I keep it a pace

Come to my house, I'm opening gates

They really lackin', I'm playing with blades

Kept it a buck, but they really fake

Bitches be bugging, I stay with my mains

Ducking on niggas like I'm King James

I been rapping this shit with some flames

If you see me, I don't play any games

Spin through, lining that nigga

Moving wocky, then I'm frying that nigga

Like, what? Cry little nigga

Said I don't really got time for you niggas

Sit back, high wit' my niggas

Step on the court, I'm frying you niggas

Like, what? Give me the rock

Dumpin' threes, nigga, I cannot stop