Spinnin ft. Bigman Lyrics

Shit

Yea

Made so much doggy on my phone, I can't even stay off the mf man

Shit

Niggas can't fuck with me, man

Niggas don't even know the shit that I be on

Mufuckin' ghost 'round this bitch

Shit

Yeah

Man, lil' hoe hit my phone like a lil' hour ago, you was on the way

I ain't gonna lie, keep it a buck, I don't even got the number saved

I'm spinnin' hoes, fuck a nut, I'd rather bust a play

I'd rather bust yo bank, fuck the small talk, can I go bless yo Chase?

I peep them Lincoln's in your roll, but my shit all Franks, yeah

Catch a lil' nigga in traffic, make a quick call to all state

Uh huh, nigga yo hoe ain't safe, I'm smackin' her shit like a bald fade

Bitch, bitch, come and get yo bitch nigga

My momma told me never stop runnin' till you bringing home 6 figures

Like where the fuck is that mill ticket, cause a nigga been seen six digits

I ain't beefin' bout no rat hoe, man, I heard this lil nigga tender dick

Man, pillow-talking to a rat bitch, nigga you really babysitting cause all my kids in her

What, lil nigga turned it up, man I'm turnt as fuck

Hop on a new run and burn it up

Toast shit bout my bread and butter, fuck nigga

Lil' ho break my heart, she might as well go step on cracks

Why? Cause I jus slimed the lil' bitch out and broke her momma back

Yea, baby I hustle, baby I trap

Dealin', N, robbin', stabbin'

Yea, my roster gettin' weak, I'm bouta go hold a draft

Like his momma nigga, he acting out on the net, I'ma put that belt to ass

Get the fuck out my way nigga, I'm on go, nigga

Alr bet

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Yea

Bigman in this bitch, yea

Alright, I heard niggas say they pressed me

Who the fuck y'all said y'all pressin'

Boy, I had niggas hidin' in the crib, got put on tether

Boy I stack in any weather, head honcho like I'm Lester

Niggas tender for these hoes, thought I taught you niggas better

I heard big man fell off, boy, is you stupid? Nigga never

Opps out here talkin' separate, had to get them boys together

I'm the one doin' the teaching, who the fuck they think they testin'

Know I got Don back, when shit get thick, like Brayden Weston

Niggas out here tiptoeing, y'all ain't no mothafuckin' steppas

Ain't wanna let me in the door, now I'm the one who make the guest list

I get trim and take some pics and then I post em, call it Netflix

Got my right hand in her pants, a nigga car, on my left wrist

I'm a MC, I got the hammer, think I'm sweet, better not touch this

The first drill, made him crippled, till he got knocked up off them crutches

Tell my brothas to stay dangerous, know the opps ain't doin' nothin'

I won't trip over a bitch, make me some money or we not fuckin'

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