Spin For You

Lyrics

[Intro] (Section 8 just striaght cooked this motherfucka up) [Chorus] Told lil' mama that ya man dead, yeah, I spin for you Nigga put a hand on you, I pop his fuckin' lip for you Remember we had stole a teacher car way back in middle school Catch his ass in traffic, better hope his car bulletproof I hope she realize I can upgrade her lifestyle Everybody In Miami still with me Iced out Buttons on these glizzys, on my soul, you'll get wiped down ATM get drained and accounts, they get wiped out Every city had like three or four, I be filed out "Is he about that life for real?" Come and find out How he made that much on one CP? They tryna find out Hit it from the back, I almost tore her fuckin' spine out [Verse] Fuck he think tryna rob me, had to blow his mind out I might OD on these shrooms like I'm Amy Winehouse She love to kiss, she don't deny me entry Her wrist is Van Cleef, and her truck is a Bentley If she don't comply, then I'ma send her to the exit Slapped her on the ass and told her could she send up sex I ain't got no chill, I'm talkin' to these bitches reckless Go and get the money, that's the motto and directive Opps they get filled out, bad bitch with good hair She lookin' like Nia Long She not a city girl, but she got flewed out She come to my crib and get her back blew out Fuck the police, with them we'll have a shoot out Lost fifty boxes and found me a new route Parked the Sedan, and I brought a new coupe out King of this shit, don't make me bring the troops out Modified Glock, It'll take a whole group out I got my eyes on the prize, I'm so locked in Turn that lil' bitch on, while all her friends watchin' Her ass so soft, that shit feel like some cotton Patek and AP and Rollie, one watch [Chorus] Told lil' mama that ya man dead, yeah, I spin for you Nigga put a hand on you, I pop his fuckin' lip for you Remember we had stole a teacher car way back in middle school Catch his ass in traffic, better hope his car bulletproof I hope she realize I can upgrade her lifestyle Everybody In Miami still with me Iced out Buttons on these glizzys, on my soul, you'll get wiped down ATM get drained and accounts, they get wiped out Every city had like three or four, I be filed out "Is he about that life for real?" Come and find out How he made that much on one CP? They tryna find out Hit it from the back, I almost tore her fuckin' spine out [Outro] Fuck he thinkin' tryna rob me, had to blow his mind out