[Intro: Duvy]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Free all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas)
(For real though)
Bring bags in, bags in
Left wrist flooded with diamonds, my right wrist is whippin'
My lil bro love to spin, like Beyblade he rip shit
[Chorus: Duvy]
We gon' spin all night
Been off drugs all night
Got lil' bitch, she so feisty
Ain't wanna do anything but fight
Whatever I do, I double the price
Step in Margiela, I do this shit right
Paid a lot for my gun, why the fuck am I fighting?
I ain't had racks, but I made that shit right
[Verse 1: Duvy]
We was outside, we was telling the colours
Ain't wanna slide, but he wanna pour pints
See my niggas die, I ain't need a cry
Hop in whip, we in need of slide
Fuck with a boss, come fuck with me
In the streets but I never got love from it
Momma hate that I came in with drug money
Load up the calibres, hope we don't miss
I'm losing sleep chasing my grind, I'm on a mission
I win, my brother gon win
I spin, my brother gon spin
I count a lot of losses, why niggas hate that I win?
We was off drugs in the trenches, trapping, fill rubber bands
Told 47, "Chill off the jigga"
He just wanna drill somebody, kill somebody
We ain't even talkin' bout liquor, but he say he spill somebody, spill somebody
I'm smoking za in the back of the block, it's a drug party
We ain't even party but fuck it, you know we the life of the party
I ain't even hear nobody, just wanna drill somebody
I was fucked up myself, ain't had nobody
Feelin' my 40, I'm talkin' to brodie like, "Fuck, I ain't seen you in minute"
We was just out there, we hittin', you gon' be back in a minute
I can't talk baby, I'm spinnin'
(Yeah, yeah)
(Free all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas)
(For real though)
Bring bags in, bags in
Left wrist flooded with diamonds, my right wrist is whippin'
My lil bro love to spin, like Beyblade he rip shit
[Chorus: Duvy]
We gon' spin all night
Been off drugs all night
Got lil' bitch, she so feisty
Ain't wanna do anything but fight
Whatever I do, I double the price
Step in Margiela, I do this shit right
Paid a lot for my gun, why the fuck am I fighting?
I ain't had racks, but I made that shit right
[Verse 1: Duvy]
We was outside, we was telling the colours
Ain't wanna slide, but he wanna pour pints
See my niggas die, I ain't need a cry
Hop in whip, we in need of slide
Fuck with a boss, come fuck with me
In the streets but I never got love from it
Momma hate that I came in with drug money
Load up the calibres, hope we don't miss
I'm losing sleep chasing my grind, I'm on a mission
I win, my brother gon win
I spin, my brother gon spin
I count a lot of losses, why niggas hate that I win?
We was off drugs in the trenches, trapping, fill rubber bands
Told 47, "Chill off the jigga"
He just wanna drill somebody, kill somebody
We ain't even talkin' bout liquor, but he say he spill somebody, spill somebody
I'm smoking za in the back of the block, it's a drug party
We ain't even party but fuck it, you know we the life of the party
I ain't even hear nobody, just wanna drill somebody
I was fucked up myself, ain't had nobody
Feelin' my 40, I'm talkin' to brodie like, "Fuck, I ain't seen you in minute"
We was just out there, we hittin', you gon' be back in a minute
I can't talk baby, I'm spinnin'
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