Ashes of the Apocalypse - Spin It (feat. Gustavo Gatsby, R3CKL3SS, KamaKeezy & ODDWATERS) Lyrics

Stop that playin', you'll be missin' bout that dough, right
We spin the block and you'll be shittin' in them clothes
I got yams, I got scopes, I got bands, you got jokes
I got hands on a can, it don't jam, it just smoke, right
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
Yeah
I'm bout to come off the hip with it
My boys gon' come out them sticks with it
I'm tryna jump back in Miss Kitty
'Cause she got that neck and some big titties
We so well connected like WiFI
Life is a bitch, we drink mai-tai's
Trick, I'm a killer like mike miller
Shooting this bitch in your eyesight
If we spin the block, ill hit ya top
We aint gon' stop until we make ya damn mama cry
I seen her shock, I dropped the top
She called the cops, now you gotta die
(Well)
Stop playin' with a gangsta
Or your ship will go down with the anchor
You see what I do for the paper?
Put eight in ya chest like a laker
Who really here talking 'bout me?
I don't really care, man, high-key
This green make me look Chinese
She like my snake Burmese
Who said that pain aint cheap?
'Cause pain is what made me
We got a price on your head
Cause, bitch aint shit for free
Stop that playin', you'll be missin' bout that dough, right
We spin the block and you'll be shittin' in them clothes
I got yams, I got scopes, I got bands, you got jokes
I got hands on a can, it don't jam, it just smoke, right
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
I'm on my way again
And I'm comin' through spinnin
While spittin' like a f*ckin' Tasmanian
Devil, the metal heavy its
F*ckin' vibranium
It's two of them, aimin' them bitches
Bust simultanious
I'm still hearin' voices like Damien
Tellin' me to put you pussy niggas on a plate again
See a nigga swervin' in a Burban
And I'm hangin' out in bitch with a turban
Like a f*ckin' Iranian terrorist
You flexin' with a f*ckin' barbarian
Specially when you messin' with my motherf*ckin' cheddar
And you better get the f*ck on
When you see the Chevy or you finna get sent home in that sweet charriot
When it's about cheese, I be the pettiest
On my daddy, bitch, on my moma
F*ck how much you took from a nigga
I'll whoop me a nigga over four or five dollars
Kama, drama, give a f*ck if we partners
You better come up with my shit
Fore me and my folks show up at your door
We ain't knockin' no more, we kickin' that bitch
Nigga, this is how me and my dawgs comin
When a big stick like hacksaw Jim Duggan
So for the next nigga, try to mess with mine
I'm bringin' pesticides, so y'all better stop buggin
Stop that playin', you'll be missin' bout that dough, right
We spin the block and you'll be shittin' in them clothes
I got yams, I got scopes, I got bands, you got jokes
I got hands on a can, it don't jam, it just smoke, right
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
I got a drum and a switch on a Glock
Hittin a lick, yeah, we spinnin the block
I got a blick and a brick and a clock
I got my thumb in your bitch, she a thot
Smokin a L and I'm winnin a lot
I just be chillin, he sendin the shots
So I be the villain, yeah, I'ma go kill him
It don't matter whether he meant it or not
Yeah, we just pull up and pop out and squeeze
Hop out and give you some hospital fees
Got this bitch givin me top on her knees
Bitch, I stay blowin on tropical trees
Where my op at? Reload, cock back
This that Glock two six sub compact
Pop a pilly, catch a contact
F*ck a label, f*ck a contract
Fifty rounds inside my gun
I'm just bussin, I'm just squeezin
I'm not aimin, there's no reason
Blood is gushin, he not breathin
Dump the body in the river
Hide the loot inside the trap
Me and Gatsby, O, and Keezy
Bout to pull up with the strap like
Stop that playin', you'll be missin' bout that dough, right
We spin the block and you'll be shittin' in them clothes
I got yams, I got scopes, I got bands, you got jokes
I got hands on a can, it don't jam, it just smoke, right
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
That's your block spin it', pew, that's your block spin it', pew
Leave your top spinnin', pew, we don't stop winnin', pew
Maritza, c'est ma rivire
Comme la Seine et la Thiers
Mais il n'y a que mon pre
Maintenant qu'il s'en souleve
Mais dix premires annes
Il ne me reste plus rien
À l'appui qu'on me fait me croire