Spin Music Lyrics

I've been trying to spin and catch a body, get your partner wacked, spinning through the

A, I'm making plays, you know I got to sack, hustling all night just to wake up and chop

The crack, I see him spinning down the road, I close the gate and make that block a trap

We gon' roll him up and pack him out like he a dookie log, I'll spin down that vert with

This lil gun, I'll let the Uzi pop, feining for them Benjis, I'm counting up all this

Bluey guap, hunnid hour hustle, I'm trapping and getting cookies off, I'm not with the fuckery

Fuck that boy, I'll hang him on the wall by his dungarees, I'll pick up the world

If I see it bag underneath, off a bean, I said bring me another bean, off the drink

I said bring me another drink, look, look at my duffel, I got a bunch of fucking beans

Bitch, look at your backwood that bitch is looking like a pixie stick, I'ma pop

This shit on my own because I want to, I don't want them dirty ass hoes, no, I don't want you

Put away them dirty ass toes and grab some sandals

I'ma grip this dirty pole with this what the fuck kinda handle, I'ma show you what I do and show you what I'm Best at

I'ma put this fucking pole to you just like a chest tat, you said you made money, huh

Can you check that, I ran down the opp and the cop, he said where his neck at

Bitch, I'm playing checkers, tell me where the game of chess at

Get a fire truck and they done asked me where the mess at, think it's too fucking big and they

Gon' need a Swiffer Wet jet at, I've been popping shit at recent times

I've been popping shit at recent times, I've been popping shit at recent times

Where you been at

How you do a show and you don't come back with no money how you fucking hoes and you ain't come back With no money, how you with the bros and you ain't

Making you no money, how you still broke,

I'm a white boy

But this heron that I got black, I know you still like toys

I know you won't pop that, how you like boys

Bitch, I'm smoking little Nas pack, the fein i got said the fent ain't enough

He need some Nos gas

Damn, damn, need some Nos gas

Shit, damn, he addicted, need some shit, damn, let me get back to it

Hold up, hold up, hold up, get back to it,

I was in the A running blocks, seen a junkie snort a spray can

Bitch, I'm trying to put this 50 drum up to your body like a spray tan

Apply that bitch, damn, hit the block in these Ray-Bans

Bitch, I put the Glock down and box them like I'm Ray-Man

I flooded the watch with rainbow diamonds like a gay man

That was too diddy, damn, too diddy

Lil' fruity, bitch, I put a watch down and box them with the Uzi

Bitch, I put a, what the fuck did I just say, hoe

Pull up in the motherfucking

Plane, hoe, eating on a New York strip with a blonde bitch like Frank Ocean

Then I get to jerking with jergins and great lotion, damn

Man, I probably shouldn't have said that, why the fuck I say that

Damn, what the fuck I was saying

Hop up in the motherfucking, what the fuck, I'm driving

I don't even fucking know

Hop up in the plane, bitch, I'm flying out to outer space

Pull up to the apartment, bitch, I get this router baked

I'm a real one, thugging hard

All these cowards fake I'm just trying to fuck

You would probably take her out for dates

You would probably take her out for dates

Me, I'm here to fuck, I would not giving her no pape

Bitch, bitch, I keep my cash

Bitch, fuck, I do the dash

Bitch, I ain't coming back

Fuck the hoe once, no, I will not give her none of my pack