"Spinnin Back" lyrics

[Slayter:]
Them people hit my phone, I don't answer
I was making love to a dancer
R.I.P to granny, she had cancer
Tried to run up on me, he got canceled
Make that pussy nigga an example
Flipping through that paper like a manual
Beat a nigga ass, Kurt Angle
Say he a demon but we turn him to a angel
Slayter, how you got the streets behind you?
Just found out my opp a rapper, I might sign you
I've been searching for two years, I can't find you
Free my nigga, fourty first, I'll have him slime you
Fucking bitches back to back, like I'm on that honey
Nigga pay me for a feature and I took his money
I just took a half a thirty and I'm feeling funny
When I fuck her, she tell me she feel it in her tummy

My bitch post flat tummy tee
Brodie killed the enemies, so nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, I've been sipping lean and popping R.I.P's
On that internet, we don't post our beef
Cause niggas really fucking dying
Slayter, is you high all the time?
I was having deals before I was signed
I was selling pills, two for five
I see you talking shit on IG live
You just sad cause your nigga ain't alive
And all that chattin' ain't gon' bring him back
And when we spin, y'all don't be spinning back

[JayDaYoungan:]
When we spin, hit you and your mans, so it ain't no spinning back
Hit a nigga in his head, make him remember that
I just bought a pint of wocky-ocky, I've been sipping that
Fifty on a titty milk a pussy nigga, like Similac
Walk in your trap, in all black, like where the racks at?
He can think I'm slipping and go like Ricky, get his back wet
Don't send no threats across the internet, bitch, where the Mac at?
And fuck this rap, these pussy niggas cap so push his hat back
Red dot, headshot, no we don't want no leg shots
Stood over one and burnt him like the sun, we left his head hot
Ain't no chicken but the stick came with a drum, how you want play it now?
Murder ones, we like to do this shit for fun, bitch don't get scared now