"We Spinnin Again" lyrics
We spinnin we spinnin we spinnin again
We sendin shots through the wind
Heard a knock at the door reaper tryna get in
Catch an opp and we boxing him in
Strap down with AP in the back of the Benz
I done lost all of my friends (Yeah)
Told all of my niggas we making it home
Day one niggas they gone
Shit went left still tryna hold on
Tryna do right everything go wrong
Tap that head we'll hit that dome
Spin that block them shots get thrown
Finna go on a hit better leave that phone (Yeah)
Hop out the back and we spraying the macs
Switch and the dracs we brought more straps
Come through the cut if we catch one lack
Shots let off he dead, he whacked
Won't give em' a break we ain't cut no slack
Lil Boog died out the hood on my back
Tyreek died that shit made us a pack
Lamb truck cool might go get the uh
Lamb truck cool might go get the lac
Ran off on the plug cause I feel he tax
Robbing the robbers and killing the killers
Opps gon die if they try to get near us
Wouldn't show us a way they was tryna mislead us
I earned my stripes in the field like adidas
Sometimes I like rapping get paid for them features
Ball on the court use to look from the bleachers
Murder for higher get paid for them bodies
Blowing my Glock every time that they try me
Abusing these drugs everybody [?]
Bro on the X and my gunna on molly
Fighting his demons he really got bodies
Glizzy in [?] don't die while we shopping
These niggas be hating when they see that you poppin
Open fire in the mall I ain't never like boxing
DOA in the opps they be dead on arrival
Killing the opps we done made it a cycle
Pray for the opps better pick up a bible
Dirty my Glock and I went bought a rifle
Come through in some fast and I pull up right by you
Know how it feel when them demons inside you
Use to walk through the opps when nobody would drive you (Nah for real)
Get on the beat and I talk my shit
They like when I flow like this
Get in the car and I send me a blitz
Still get in the field and bring my stick
Fuck my opps they block get bent
Blitz my opps they tops get hit
No opps safe I don't care who they with
No opps safe I don't care who they get
It ain't nowhere I'm safe
But I still tote my fye
You know I ain't scared imma be okay
My dawg died on me and they turned they back and I got the blame
I ain't even get a chance to grief [?] why it turned out this way (Fuck)
Having shootouts broad day
Jizz went to trial and he got all day
Shackles and chains they put bro in a cage
Put opps in a coffin and dig em' a grave
Still showing love with a heart full of rage
Back in the day we was broke now we paid
Ridin in the streets with my little brother [?]
Use to post over East where we all use to play
First nigga caught fye fye he slayed
Pop out with switches turn opps to a day
Don't want no more peace all my opps gotta pay
We slaying the opps open fire imma spray
We sendin shots through the wind
Heard a knock at the door reaper tryna get in
Catch an opp and we boxing him in
Strap down with AP in the back of the Benz
I done lost all of my friends (Yeah)
Told all of my niggas we making it home
Day one niggas they gone
Shit went left still tryna hold on
Tryna do right everything go wrong
Tap that head we'll hit that dome
Spin that block them shots get thrown
Finna go on a hit better leave that phone (Yeah)
Hop out the back and we spraying the macs
Switch and the dracs we brought more straps
Come through the cut if we catch one lack
Shots let off he dead, he whacked
Won't give em' a break we ain't cut no slack
Lil Boog died out the hood on my back
Tyreek died that shit made us a pack
Lamb truck cool might go get the uh
Lamb truck cool might go get the lac
Ran off on the plug cause I feel he tax
Robbing the robbers and killing the killers
Opps gon die if they try to get near us
Wouldn't show us a way they was tryna mislead us
I earned my stripes in the field like adidas
Sometimes I like rapping get paid for them features
Ball on the court use to look from the bleachers
Murder for higher get paid for them bodies
Blowing my Glock every time that they try me
Abusing these drugs everybody [?]
Bro on the X and my gunna on molly
Fighting his demons he really got bodies
Glizzy in [?] don't die while we shopping
These niggas be hating when they see that you poppin
Open fire in the mall I ain't never like boxing
DOA in the opps they be dead on arrival
Killing the opps we done made it a cycle
Pray for the opps better pick up a bible
Dirty my Glock and I went bought a rifle
Come through in some fast and I pull up right by you
Know how it feel when them demons inside you
Use to walk through the opps when nobody would drive you (Nah for real)
Get on the beat and I talk my shit
They like when I flow like this
Get in the car and I send me a blitz
Still get in the field and bring my stick
Fuck my opps they block get bent
Blitz my opps they tops get hit
No opps safe I don't care who they with
No opps safe I don't care who they get
It ain't nowhere I'm safe
But I still tote my fye
You know I ain't scared imma be okay
My dawg died on me and they turned they back and I got the blame
I ain't even get a chance to grief [?] why it turned out this way (Fuck)
Having shootouts broad day
Jizz went to trial and he got all day
Shackles and chains they put bro in a cage
Put opps in a coffin and dig em' a grave
Still showing love with a heart full of rage
Back in the day we was broke now we paid
Ridin in the streets with my little brother [?]
Use to post over East where we all use to play
First nigga caught fye fye he slayed
Pop out with switches turn opps to a day
Don't want no more peace all my opps gotta pay
We slaying the opps open fire imma spray
