Spin Again

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) Mhm What up, Getta? [Verse 1] I done gave these niggas time after time to get it right I can't hold a nigga hand, I'm on my way, I'm takin' flight Do the Louis with the Gucci, which one I'ma play tonight? My bitch got a bustdown 41, it shine bright I thought I told you I don't write, boy, this shit come off the top See him out and get him dropped, do the dash, fuck the cops Ain't no love, fuck the opps, got a muzzle on the chop Fuck around, wake up the block, we put switches on the Glocks What's the tickets on the blocks? Is you taxin' or you not? If them prices low enough, then I want everything you got But if you say a crazy number, then your stupid ass gettin' robbed Fast Money, bitch, the mob, bossman, givin' out jobs We make pussy niggas go hide, niggas scared to come outside I be out here with my squad, don't go nowhere without four-five All that internet thuggin', I hope we catch him while he live Nothin' less than a thousand shots with me when I slide [Chorus] Yeah, nigga, hmm, and we'll spin again Bet they think twice before they play with me again They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs I'll hit any nigga town and don't check in Dog said that shit takin' a ten, he brought the best in Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this shit that real Told them niggas I was gettin' right, they goin' left still [Verse 2] Real niggas never fold, solid nigga, never told The type of business I be standin' on, I need eleven toes Told Choose to call Fred Bands, I need another load Mix the opp pack with Cavities, this shit super strong Buffs on, boogers in the middle, I see through the hate Ain't no trespassin' where I live, you can't get through the gate Big money, you don't get money, you a flunky I'm big unky, off an eight of Wocky, higher than the junkies Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me, I proved it too many times Noddin' off while I'm drivin', I think I drunk too many lines I don't listen to nigga's music, I hear too many lies For that Saint Louis, I gotta get off this crack, somebody dyin' [Chorus] Yeah, nigga, hmm, and we'll spin again Bet they think twice before they play with me again They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs I'll hit any nigga town and don't check in Dog said that shit takin' a ten, he brought the best in Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this shit that real Told them niggas I was gettin' right, they goin' left still