Baby24 - Spinnin (feat. LulShiesty700 & Gudda)

Yea
Uh uh
On gang nem
Lift up the Glock imma show what this glick do
How many whips do it take me to get thru
And come thru his block leave his shit with a big clue
And I want sum bands that shit be my fetish
And we in the whip the duck and we tryna hit a Nigga
Ain't tryna come send him no message
I call up the gang they gone come and bless him
Got two red glocks feeling like the devil
And you talking about a stain Nigga I be on it
I'm taking his pole nigga lemme hold it
Bitch talking about she hate me fuck her then I ghost her
Can't sit on my ass get this shit in motion
When bro off the bean bitches keep 'em focus
And bitch off the lean he be moving slow
Talking about a stain we gone come and poke em
Fucking up his brain imma get up close
Uh
Uh
If she ain't fucking then she give the neck
And I just called my vicc I love the hit bitch imma get em stretch
Uhh G-lock with the stick I flip the whip we leave his ass to rest
And we ain't talking about no bitch
Bitch we just hitting pass they ass to next
Uh
Spin thru his block and we cutting the lights out
Bitch suck great dick she got the right mouth
Pull up and hit niggas run like the kites out
And I need A deal like right now
Im tryna hit for bands smoking in the White House
And we running thru clips every time the night out
And go grab me a wood nigga not a night owl
If we in the party you know that them sticks out
He diss on the mob get that lil nigga picked out
I just wanna fuck can't cuff no bitch ain't simped out
Foreign high car you know that's it's tinted up
Catch a opp lacking and shoot to the clip up
Yea
And we the ones who setting trends
If we can't get up with heem bet we clap his mans
If clap once we'll clap again
You asking all these questions like you working for the feds
Ian gone speak on shit but just know that that lil nigga dead
Serving shit the Fiens be thirsty for the meds
Uh
Yea
Uh
Bro nem stay ready to hit sum
Slide on the opps with a drac with a big drum
And just like I'm playing Fifa
This bitch stay ready to kick sum
How you a shooter you up and you shot and ain't hit nun
Stain a Nigga for them bands then I'm back to the block
They know that I'm stuck in my ways
Woods in the air got my eyes real low
I swear that this Tito got a Nigga daze
Hoe this a g-lock with a 30 bitch you not getting tased
Them hollows hit em in his head have the doctor knowing he can't be saved
I'm choking on this nigga zuse
I heard they found him in the lake
I'm 700 and I can't change
You niggas be bitches send holes to his brain
Just me and Rome fishing tryna get the mane
This a big ass Glock we ain't shooting no hands
Told em don't move yea he got fly with that shit on em
Fat shit hit we gone hit at yo big homie
Say you want beef ain't no beef nigga get on
And I still a slap a Nigga with that 50 on me

Written by:
Da Mobb

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