spinners ft. 6evermir Lyrics

Fuck you, nigga

Know your pockets hurtin

He won't be beef, it ain't worth it

I-I got Drac & ARP

You just might need some surgery

If you make it out alive

S-Stand over that boy, oh yeah we made sure that he died

I put yo bro in my blunt

I'm smokin' this sticky, this shit got me stuck

I told Li 6 yeah I got yo back

I put a opp right in the blunt

G-19, yeah, it came with a red beam

Fell in love with money, I sip red lean

Yeah, man, that nigga talkin' shit

Pull up with real beams

No, I can't even cuff that hoe

She fuck the whole team

I got a new pack in, boy

I just sold the whole thing

Nigga, I smoke way too much gas

I think I'm a dope fiend

Yeah, why this ho wann fuck me

Fuck me, fuck me

Yeah, bitch tryna suck me

How you don't get no money

I jugged yo bro, thats funny

I take your mans off of the pack

I take your mans off of a rack

Cay tell me, get him, nigga, it's a wrap

I'm on go for that shit

He in the way, run him over, bitch

I hold grudges don't get over shit

Real big, Six, know who run this shit

Sixever, on my back, that shit gone be tatted

I had to take this shit

Cause that lil' nigga steady braggin

Pussy tryna beef with me

Got niggas like, what happened

Yo, ho, messy, messy

I'm gon' need more than a napkin

Pull up on you with thr glick get to shootin

She think I'm chasin' it, I ain't pursuin

I don't give a fuck, nigga, what is you doin'

7.62, hit him, now he run

Lil' nigga, yeah, you know the move

I'ma pull up on you and get to shootin

And you aint on none, nigga, you ain't foolin' this

Who you think you foolin'

We know you ain't got no fye

We know that you not shootin

I'm at NYC right now

With this lil' bitch, we coolin

She wanna smoke on my lil' doja

So I say, bitch, you stupid

I puff I dont pass

I told that bitch, slide to my crib

Cause she got ass

I'm a real deal dope fiend

Fell in love with money and this codeine

I won't trust this hoe

So I'm finna sell this hoe dreams

Yeah like, fuck you mean

I might kick your door if rap slow down

I'm with my team

Man, these niggas, they be broke

They still sippin' green

I got real tech up in my cup

I'm sippin' lean

I get high, no, I don't get fuckin' drows

All my diamonds jewels

That lil nigga, shit get cloudy

She like, Cay, what am I smokin'

This shit got me fried

I like hoe, just shut your eyes

And just enjoy the high