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Spinnin (feat. Tay Keith)

Album: Rookie Of The Year Durasi: 2:13

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (go, go)

Sleeze money, yeah (go, go, go, go)

We keep on spinnin' and spinnin'

'Til we ain't seeing no witness (yeah)

Yeah, we got used to the winning

I still gotta trap, gotta stay on my pimpin'

My dawg got a grin when he sinning (huh?)

He won't leave nobody living

We got the Macs and Berettas

So much is attached, that we is not doing no missing

Hop out the car, I'm a gremlin

Not talking the Act, but they gon' have to send 'em (yeah)

My brodie just off the bed

He told me he ready to drill, so they gon' have to fill 'em

They talk on the net and they kill 'em

If I gotta go out of state, then my wodie gon' pill 'em (yeah)

Before we be getting them jocks in

I gotta tell 'em to chill 'cause the opp be a spill 'em, uh (okay)

Yeah, we want problems with anybody, uh

I come from the deals with hidden licks, that shit a hobby

I don't want the bitch, I just like I'm in love with the sloppy, uh

You better get down, these hollow tips might fill your body, uh

Couple of niggas, they switched

If you ain't gon' ride for the gang, get the fuck out the pick

My uncle, he gave me a tip

That car keep on flipping around, get that bitch off your hip

One in the head, if I see 'em, he dead

Not even a question, I fill him with lead

Cream soda, I fill it with red

Got bored of the Act, but you know I'm poppin' them meds

Wanna go to war, then we ready, uh

Yeah, we got Glocks and the Chevy

Drums and they hang out the MAC

When I get to slangin', the stick kinda feel a lil' heavy

Sip Wok, I ain't fuckin' with Rémy (at all)

Sleeze Money, you know we get petty

Make that boy give up the log

I'm changin' the password, then I ask more if you ready

Hold on (frrt, skrrt), gone

Niggas don't know what I'm on (okay)

Couples of P's in the back of the V

I think I see the D's, better leave me alone

You know this 'Vette got a V8 (uh)

Dual Cartier, I can't see hate (yeah)

No, we can't give 'em a free slate (at all)

We takin' it all, ain't no rebate, uh

I gotta ball on my teammate

Told 'em, "Let's race to the back, but this ain't no relay" (yeah)

We ship it to you, no e-Bay (yeah)

I got the pack goin' out, but you know I can't delay

No stoppin' the work, no, I can't have a free-day (yeah)

Ridin' this car, that's 2-0 on the e-way

Thousands of dollars I made on the freeway

You need it, I got it, like it was my b-day, uh

We keep on spinnin' and spinnin' (spinnin')

'Til we ain't seeing no witness (a witness)

Yeah, we got used to the winning

I still gotta trap, gotta stay on my pimpin' (yeah)

My dawg got a grin when he sinning (uh)

He won't leave nobody living

We got the Macs and Berettas

So much is attached, that we is not doing no missing

Hop out the car, I'm a gremlin

Not talking the Act, but they gon' have to send 'em (yeah)

My brodie off the bed

He told me he ready to drill, so they gon' have to fill 'em

They talk on the net then we kill 'em

If I gotta go out of state, then my wodie gon' pill 'em (yeah)

Before we be getting them jocks in

I gotta tell 'em to chill 'cause the opp be a spill 'em, uh (the opp be a spill 'em, nigga)

We keep on spinnin' and spinnin', uh

'Til we ain't needin' no witness