[Intro: Mike Smiff]
Uh, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Mike Smiff]
Clutchin' on that Glock 'cause I got opps around my way (Boom)
Niggas died on both sides, it ain't gon' stop around my way (Ooh)
Bodies drop around my way (Grrah), they swingin' blocks around my way (Skrrt)
You can't even come outside (Ayy) without that mop around my way (Nah, you can't)
Swear it's pressure 'round this bitch (Yeah), jits get reckless 'round this bitch (Yeah)
Fake thuggin' and mean muggin'll get you stretched around this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Young jits with the shits (Ha), sellin' dope & hittin' licks (Grrah)
Go to jail, we get out and we get right back in the mix (Oh)
In-in this life we in (In this life we in), I lost a lot of friends (I lost a lot of friends)
That's why it's straps in every car you see me ridin' in (You see me ridin' in)
They wanna do me somethin' (Yeah), they talkin' homicide (Yeah)
But I can't let these pussy niggas make my momma cry (No)
And bitch, we gon'
[Pre-Chorus: Mike Smiff]
Spin and spin, we gon' spin again (Again)
We shootin' clouds at them crowds, we gon' get 'em in (Oh yeah)
Bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh), bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh)
Bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh), bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh, I want all that)
[Chorus: Mike Smiff]
'Cause we gon' spin and spin
We gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh), we gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We gon' spin and spin, we gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We gon' spin and spin, we gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We gon' spin and spin, we gon' spin and spin, yeah
Uh, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Mike Smiff]
Clutchin' on that Glock 'cause I got opps around my way (Boom)
Niggas died on both sides, it ain't gon' stop around my way (Ooh)
Bodies drop around my way (Grrah), they swingin' blocks around my way (Skrrt)
You can't even come outside (Ayy) without that mop around my way (Nah, you can't)
Swear it's pressure 'round this bitch (Yeah), jits get reckless 'round this bitch (Yeah)
Fake thuggin' and mean muggin'll get you stretched around this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Young jits with the shits (Ha), sellin' dope & hittin' licks (Grrah)
Go to jail, we get out and we get right back in the mix (Oh)
In-in this life we in (In this life we in), I lost a lot of friends (I lost a lot of friends)
That's why it's straps in every car you see me ridin' in (You see me ridin' in)
They wanna do me somethin' (Yeah), they talkin' homicide (Yeah)
But I can't let these pussy niggas make my momma cry (No)
And bitch, we gon'
[Pre-Chorus: Mike Smiff]
Spin and spin, we gon' spin again (Again)
We shootin' clouds at them crowds, we gon' get 'em in (Oh yeah)
Bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh), bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh)
Bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh), bitch, we gon' hop out with it (Uh, I want all that)
[Chorus: Mike Smiff]
'Cause we gon' spin and spin
We gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh), we gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We gon' spin and spin, we gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We gon' spin and spin, we gon' spin and spin (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We gon' spin and spin, we gon' spin and spin, yeah
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