Investigate Ndotspinalot
"Investigate" by Ndotspinalot, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-discovery, resilience, and the quest for truth amidst chaos. The lyrics reflect a journey of introspection and the challenges faced in society. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a catchy beat, contributing to its growing cultural relevance.
[Intro]
(Oi, Bullo)
Baow, baow, baow, baow (Hey, that's my Fred)
Grrah, baow, baow, baow (Like, every opp shot, E for Dot)
(Okay, Lysolone, I see you)
Nigga, we do it for Keys, like
Baow, baow, baow
[Chorus]
Every trip that we goin', pull up with the G (Baow)
Cameras outside, I pull up with my ski (Baow, baow, baow)
After that, cut the, hop back in the Jeep (The Jeep)
Need a new neck, I got one with a beam
Rather see red, my heart is really green
So I got the Os and put 'em on the tee (Baow)
Spin to the hill with, shootin' nothin' but C (Baow)
Choppin' up O while throwin' up the Gs (Baow, baow, baow)
[Verse]
Call up BDuck and I see him with niggas, I'm doin' some damage (Doin' some damage)
On that block, we don't see no more cops, we can't talk 'bout that boy, oh, we know that he finished (He finished)
Took a flight to L.A., hope the opps on they way, we gon' flock 'em down so as they landin'
Take a trip to the Rave, they don't know that we came, chase him down, but I told him, "Don't panic"
BR keep flickin', try to make him drop
Dottie beside me, totin' on the chops
Spinnin' the V, we parkin', my next stop
We in the O, she hangin' out the top
That's when the bottles rolled up in the spot
These are my demons flockin' out the watch
Frontin' they brother, fucked up in their mind
Dottie the jet, no, she never stop
Don't sweat, the 40 in my sweater (Sweater)
Free beat, I put her in that pressure (Pressure)
Check the opps, he know we go like that, ho
Four cars deep on that block, we gon' bend em' (Bend 'em)
Fuck up on Dot, send 30, I'm better
Opp thug 'em on side of East Ruffle
Ain't read a song, got that G in the lever
Like, push it, bro, who? Nigga, never
(Oi, Bullo)
Baow, baow, baow, baow (Hey, that's my Fred)
Grrah, baow, baow, baow (Like, every opp shot, E for Dot)
(Okay, Lysolone, I see you)
Nigga, we do it for Keys, like
Baow, baow, baow
[Chorus]
Every trip that we goin', pull up with the G (Baow)
Cameras outside, I pull up with my ski (Baow, baow, baow)
After that, cut the, hop back in the Jeep (The Jeep)
Need a new neck, I got one with a beam
Rather see red, my heart is really green
So I got the Os and put 'em on the tee (Baow)
Spin to the hill with, shootin' nothin' but C (Baow)
Choppin' up O while throwin' up the Gs (Baow, baow, baow)
[Verse]
Call up BDuck and I see him with niggas, I'm doin' some damage (Doin' some damage)
On that block, we don't see no more cops, we can't talk 'bout that boy, oh, we know that he finished (He finished)
Took a flight to L.A., hope the opps on they way, we gon' flock 'em down so as they landin'
Take a trip to the Rave, they don't know that we came, chase him down, but I told him, "Don't panic"
BR keep flickin', try to make him drop
Dottie beside me, totin' on the chops
Spinnin' the V, we parkin', my next stop
We in the O, she hangin' out the top
That's when the bottles rolled up in the spot
These are my demons flockin' out the watch
Frontin' they brother, fucked up in their mind
Dottie the jet, no, she never stop
Don't sweat, the 40 in my sweater (Sweater)
Free beat, I put her in that pressure (Pressure)
Check the opps, he know we go like that, ho
Four cars deep on that block, we gon' bend em' (Bend 'em)
Fuck up on Dot, send 30, I'm better
Opp thug 'em on side of East Ruffle
Ain't read a song, got that G in the lever
Like, push it, bro, who? Nigga, never
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