Spin & Juke Lyrics

I start the day, thinkin' bout the cake

Can't start it with no wake and bake,

Cause if shit go left, they need the best

Gon' look at me to save the day Gon' look at me to make a way

Gon' follow me, can't leave em stray,

I'm a good nigga, good heart

But if you fuck with the fam,

I up and spray

Can't buck him for no fuckin' cake

Can't bleed him for no fuckin' cake

My dogs hungry,

I'ma bring a steak

Might even get up, gon' make the plate

Nigga, I'm already out here livin' straight

Hope this rap shit, bring you better days

Tryna show my dawgs there's better ways

Get to buy the Benz, and sell the K,

You know he ain't gon' sell the straps

I keep him close and watch his back

Ayy, don't be out here on his back

Cause I know how he gon' react And if he react, I'm gon' react

And if we react, you layin' flat

Six feet deep, I want you six feet deep

Tryna stack this money up till it's about six feet steep

No cash for gold, we hit the store We in the Burbs, you can leave the pole

We're around taco trucks and stuff Can I take your order, español

He got hatred in his heart

But he got love in his soul

Ayy, this life, we got a luxury Can't my ma pickin' out no tux for me

Can't my niggas out here gettin' buck for me

Ain't no lottery, shit ain't luck to me

Nigga mad cause lil' shawty want fuck me

Don't worry, bruh, she couldn't even fuck me

Wouldn't even let that lil' ho suck me

Niggas laughin', ain't shit funny

Got a baby that really love me

It ain't never bout the money

Keep her close,

I know she with it Out in the Benz with a Honda Civic

She keep me calm, she keep me civil Still gotta keep my head on swivel

I got kids, can't leave me dead Who gon' tuck em in the bed

Who gon' give em hugs and kisses?

Who gon' make sure they fed?

We in a drought, I hit the route Still gon' bring home the bread

Can't have the chip without the dip So I bring it with the spread

Nigga, I showed you who I was I don't give a fuck bout what they said

Niggas tryna make amends I just leave they shit on read

Snake gon' always be a snake Even if they skin shit

Nigga, mad I'm in position

Let that shit get to his head

I can't afford to go to prison So I let it go instead

I take the stairs, race to the top They ask what I wanna say a lot

Nigga, ain't none of this shit was given I earn everything I got

Always gon' be the same bags In the mansion, on the cot

On the bike or on the yacht

What you get is what you got

Should be happy who I am

Instead of worried bout what I'm not

Anytime they in the jam Extend a hand, help em out

Don't put our business on the internet He did it for the clout

All that beef shit ain't in to that

When you speaking watch your mouth

I'm just tryna live and grow

Plant a seed and let it sprout

God tryna show me the way Devil, don't wanna let me out

So I had to stick and move Spin & Juke, switch the route

Make this shit do what it do Make a way, they wonder how

I just don't know how to quit

So glad my daddy ain't raise a bitch

Already know I make em proud Now I'm tryna make em rich

I be feenin' for success

It make me scratch, it make me itch

Know the streets gon' love this shit I sell a verse like a zip, it's Bags