DameDot - Spinnanight Lyrics

(Rell on the Track, Jose the Plug)
(Are you in the mafia?)
Real gutter shit, ayy

Off White, chillin' on an off-night
Woke up this morning and I caught a pint
Went to my favorite store and
I bought a Sprite threw my Hutch buffs on
They was more than white
She got a fat ass with some cellulite
She brought a big Louis bag thinkin'
She gon' spend the night
She paid eight racks
Got them titties sittin' right
I paid two bands for these
Loubs with the spikes
FN with the light, AR with the sight
I got a loose dub 'cause
These jeans kinda tight we just met today
But I'm f*ckin' her tonight
I'm the only nigga that
Can dictate the price
I'm smokin' Dirty Sprite
We can swap it out, my chain for your life
Runnin' off on me is like rollin' dice
If he don't pay the price
We send him to Christ

I got on this Bape, gorilla
Somethin' like an ape bubble Gum Grape
Two hit's make a nigga faint
Only roll weight, nigga
We ain't smokin' shake
I be countin' pape'
These Guccis I got on say "Fake"
I can't even fake
This dick make her Harlem Shake
She not gettin' paid, bitch
I ain't got a cape
This some fire wax, bitch
I ain't smokin' vape
F*ck her like a slave, when I get there
She can't even wait

You might think she bad, but she basic to me
I be hittin' hoes like I'm Laila Ali
Leave a bitch
She actin' like she can't find the streets
Snatch a nigga wife
Now he can't find his freak
F*ck her brains out
But she ain't gettin' paid
She can give me face
But she can't be my bae
If you wanna eat this dick up
You know you gotta pay
Get him out the way and take
A trip out the way
I pray for an M, Lord, how long will it take?
You want this shit cooked
It's gon' be a longer wait
I'm blowed as hell
'bout to pass out off a five of Wock'
I gotta shake this off
It's only five o'clock
I could've bought a house
But I bought a watch
And upgraded all my hoes
Turned it up a notch
It's extra ammunition hangin' out the Glock
When them shots start goin'
Them bitches just don't stop

I got on this Bape, gorilla
Somethin' like an ape bubble Gum Grape
Two hit's make a nigga faint
Only roll weight, nigga
We ain't smokin' shake
I be countin' pape'
These Guccis I got on say "Fake"
I can't even fake
This dick make her Harlem Shake
She not gettin' paid, bitch
I ain't got a cape
This some fire wax, bitch
I ain't smokin' vape
F*ck her like a slave, when I get there
She can't even wait

Off White, chillin' on an off-night
Woke up this morning and I caught a pint
Went to my favorite store and
I bought a Sprite threw my Hutch buffs on
They was more than white
She got a fat ass with some cellulite
She brought a big Louis bag thinkin'
She gon' spend the night
She paid eight racks
Got them titties sittin' right
I paid two bands for these
Loubs with the spikes