[ Featuring Tay Keith ]
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (go, go)
Sleeze Money, uh, yeah (go, go, go, go)
We keep on spinnin' and spinnin' (spinnin')
'Til we ain't seein' no witness (yeah)
Yeah, we got used to the winnin'
I still gotta trap, gotta stay on my pimpin'
My dawg got a grin when he sinnin' (huh?)
He won't leave nobody livin'
We got the Macs and Berettas
So much is attached, that we is not doin' no missin'
Hop out the car, I'm a gremlin
Not talkin' a act, but they gon' have to send 'em (yeah)
My brodie just got off the bend
He told me he ready to drill, so they gon' have to feel '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 gettin' them jocks in
I gotta tell 'em to chill 'cause a oppy a spill 'em, uh (okay, skrrt, uh)
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 think 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 f*ck out the pick
My uncle, he gave me a tip
That car keep on flippin' 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 (I'm pourin' it up)
Wanna go to war, then we ready, uh (we ready)
Yeah, we got Glocks in the Chevy
Drums and they hang out the MAC
When I get to slangin', the stick kinda feel a lil' heavy
Sip Wock', I ain't f*ckin' 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 Moe if he 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 Ds, better leave me alone
You know this 'Vette got a V8 (uh)
Through Cartier I can't see hate (yeah)
No, we can't give me a free slate (at all)
We takin' it all, ain't no rebate, uh
I gave the ball to my teammate
Told 'em let's race to the back, but this shit ain't no relay (yeah)
We ship it to you, no eBay (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' in the Scat, that's 2-0 on the E-way (skrrt)
Thousands of dollars I made on the freeway
You need it, I got it, like it was my b-day, uh (like it was my b-day)
We keep on spinnin' and spinnin' (spinnin')
'Til we ain't seein' no witness (a witness)
Yeah, we got used to the winnin'
I still gotta trap, gotta stay on my pimpin' (yeah)
My dawg got a grin when he sinnin' (uh)
He won't leave nobody livin'
We got the MACs and Berettas
So much is attached, that we is not doin' no missin'
Hop out the car, I'm a gremlin
Not talkin' the act, but they gon' have to send 'em (yeah)
My brodie just got off the bend
He told me he ready to drill, so they gon' have to feel '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 gettin' them jocks in
I gotta tell 'em to chill 'cause a oppy a spill 'em (a oppy a spill 'em, nigga), uh
We keep on spinnin' and spinnin', uh
'Til we ain't leavin' a witness, uh
