"Wind Up" lyrics

Ayy, that's a fine ass bitch
I just might sign that bitch
I gotta find that bitch
I'ma keep tryin' that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch

Killer with the motherfuckin' missile, come and get you
Never missin' with the missile, diamonds colder than a blizzard
Your bitch lick me like a lizard, shake that ass, she make it jiggle
You a broke ass, that made me giggle
Laughin' at a hater, but I'm still about my paper
Your bitch askin' for a favor, told her that I'll see her later
In the kitchen like a baker, pop the Glock with a laser
And she rock like mouse in the middle
In the hood, yeah, I'm posted on the block
Talkin' late nights, so I'm creepin' with the Glock
If you play play, knock a nigga noodles out
And leave him cray-cray
You a funny ass nigga, call you Day-Day
Got them shooters at the line like Ray Ray
Shoot a nigga in the back like Ray Ray
Niggas singin' in the back like Ray J
Choppa make him dance, fuck it, do the Nae Nae
If your bitch wanna jack, call Nae Nae
Say it's Code Red, then my block shootin'
Got them shooters with some shooters with some shooters
Call Maine and Mizzle, on the block, they'll do you
I'll ride and bust five for all of my guys
Cock and do you like a motherfuckin' rooster
G Bloc the OG, if you know me
Then you know I'm the motherfuckin' shooter

Ayy, that's a fine ass bitch
I just might sign that bitch
I gotta find that bitch
I'ma keep tryin' that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch
I'm 'bout to wind that bitch