Spin ft. Ruthle$$ Lyrics

I still do a drill, I still do a hit

Tell Big Ruthless send the drop

Spin his block with this four-nick

Yeah, we still hit a lick

We still will fuck your bitch

Still be riding 'round with them sticks

Still got youngins' serving nicks

I told my nigga check the perc and make sure nothing was wrong with this

I bought the Glock it came in with the switch, I had to cop the stick

That's an extension, go out on a mission

I won't fail the lick

And free little Dennis, he really a menace, he gon' snatch your shit

I'm out in traffic I been smoking strong

In two months ain't been home

I get a bowl and post it on my phone in two minutes it's gone

These niggas cap, we been in the trap, we got it on our own

And if you play you lay my youngins' stepping

They gon' bust your dome

My youngins' stepping on shit for me, that's fasho'

They know what I'm repping, LMT 30 be on go

This Smith and Wesson on me I tote in my coat

Double C's like I'm a loc, bought double D's for my hoe

Nigga meet me at the trap I ain't serving out of no store

Me and Ruthless just went bought two more Glizzy's and a Draco

Then we get low

Hit the block and spin some more

We know the opps pop out at four

But we spinning the block at three

She swallow, she topping me

Drink the bottle, turn into a freak

Now she reaching for my heat but it's still one under the seat

It's in my lap when I'm out in traffic I can't go out lacking

For that backend they gon' blitz like Madden

Hit the block and sack em'

These niggas capping, they ain't seen no action

We the ones was trapping

Get to tracking, vacuum seal the package in the box and stamp it

I got some jits trying to hit a lick and they gon' slide at six

I send a drop, they gon' spin the block and they shit over with

An 8th of Wock, it fizz on the top 'cause that shit so legit

I drop the top to show off the guap, just watch these diamond glist

I drop the top off

Nigga play, get knocked off

Catch him lacking, he got caught

Hit the back and let shots off

They know that I came with gang

And if he reach for my chain

Then he gon' be on Channel Seven 'cause that Tec split his brain

I remember the day that they killed Zaye I swear mane I went insane

J Money gone, shit ain't the same, ball like him we gon' bang

Can't buy no bitch a ring, you know that this pistol my main

We pull up, put him on SayCheese 'cause we heard he want some fame