Spinnin' (Pt. 2) ft. BBG Steppaa Lyrics

Spinnin' (Pt. 2) ft. BBG Steppaa - Sugarhill Ddot

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pinnin’ (Pt. 2) Lyrics

[Intro: SugarHill Ddot]

Need to roll one up

(D-D-Diamond wave)

You know the fuckin'— I'ma roll one up

I'ma roll

(Shaman Beatz)

(That's Nasty)

(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)

(It's Kosfinger, baby)

[Chorus: SugarHill Ddot]

Spin through that block, niggas know that they sweep

I told BBG, "Hop out the V"

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

I'ma up 'til I see that they bleed (Grrah, grrah)

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

Verse 1: SugarHill Ddot & BBG Steppaa]

Niggas know that I'm really a tweak

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

Yeah, even, the opposition know we lit

Talkin' on Notti, you know you a pack

I'ma spin through that block with hella fuckin' grips

Ten toes, I don't need an assist

I'ma make me a basket every fuckin' trip

Two poles, and I call up B Hound (Ayy, ayy)

Man, you know that he really sturdy in that whip

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]

Ayy, ayy, Glock on my hip on the left side

Tryna spin, takе a trip through the west side

Ayy, ayy, I'm tryna spin, makе a Jet fly

Put a hole in his face and his left eye

Like, smokin' 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

[Verse: BBG Steppaa]

Niggas be cappin' they punchlines

This a .40, been feelin' like fuck .9s

I roll a .40, get dumb fried

Like, we put out law and order for tough guys

Look, if them niggas 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

[Bridge: SugarHill Ddot]

Grrah, look

I might fuck on his daughter for one time

Like, look

If I pass her to bro, then it's punch time, grrah

Ain't no shootin' far, BBG

Yeah, you know that's the punchline, grrah

Told the opps stop dyin', we smokin' that boy, he went out

[Verse 2: SugarHill Ddot]

That's on 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 jackin' OY

Original Gangsta 'til day that I die

Like, and you know I can't switch on the guys

Yeah, I do this for Notti and Dot

[Verse 3: BBG Steppaa]

Look, get off the net, all that cappin', ain't movin'

We see 12, automatic illusion

Like, I like to hit from the back and go stupid

And, yeah, 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 (Look)

Why you cappin', bro, actually use it

I'm tryna slide out a bat and make music

Like you should hear this shit clappin', it's actually stupid

I'm not actually human

And I won't never ask you to do shit

Look, bitch, I be packin', two grips

Ay, got cooked, he was lackin', couldn't do shit

Like, we got the addy, to spin

Ever see him, smash him with this new gen

Like I'm forever gonna be on some cool shit

Like, but don't make me lose it

[Chorus: SugarHill Ddot & BBG Steppaa]

Spin through that block, niggas know that they sweep

I told BBG, "Hop out the V"

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

I'ma up 'til I see that they bleed (Grrah, grrah)

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

Ayy, ayy, Glock on my hip on the left side

Tryna spin, take a trip through the west side

Ayy, ayy, I'm tryna spin, make a Jet fly

Put a hole in his face and his left eye

Like, smokin' 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 min