[Verse 1]
Just me and my niggas
Don't hang with no rooks, play with us, you cooked, no bap, I hang with them killers
His first time in some fast shit, they really be splattin' shit, now he can't take no pictures (You aren't even a cold breeze for my Taz)
Her and her friends popped out, they tryna get lit off weed, pills and all the liquor
You gotta catch you B or walk down on the opps to tell me that you is that nigga
I'm on IG lookin' all through her story and highlights, damn, her ass gettin' thicker
Claimin' that he is a member, bounce out, we'll get him, .62s what he ate for dinner
Nah, we ain't joy ridin', we eithеr robbin' or slidin' to catch him in that blender
Man, I can tell hе goofy, he doin' all that shit for the hoes on Insta'
I can really fuck his bitch, but I don't really want that ho, her nigga too tender, uh
Ask the block, I rap and send out shots, talk hot shit and they spinnin'
Spin out SRTs, big .223s, blue tips jumped out and bit him
Hoss had killed my brother, I told his OG, "Don't cry, we gon' kill him"
We had went and slide, and now I'm mad, the four-nick' damn near hit him
On the block goin' live with choppers out, them hot cars, we gon' flip 'em
Hoes think that we rich, we ridin' fast, ProPAD, bae, we still 'em
[Chorus]
Bitch, we still spinnin'
It's three o'clock, my little ass still ain't sleep and I'm still sippin'
Tryna call a bitch that I can lay up with, my bitch been trippin'
She can leave and do what she wanna do, I ain't mad 'cause I been pimpin'
Ain't no gettin' away, pull right on the side of his ass, I see him limpin'
They know how we get, just spin and don't talk shit, they ask what block we flippin'
On them hits, we catch one, then he done, get up, that chopper spittin'
Hop out tossin' shells, it's time slide, more shots 'cause I'm still blickin'
Just me and my niggas
Don't hang with no rooks, play with us, you cooked, no bap, I hang with them killers
His first time in some fast shit, they really be splattin' shit, now he can't take no pictures (You aren't even a cold breeze for my Taz)
Her and her friends popped out, they tryna get lit off weed, pills and all the liquor
You gotta catch you B or walk down on the opps to tell me that you is that nigga
I'm on IG lookin' all through her story and highlights, damn, her ass gettin' thicker
Claimin' that he is a member, bounce out, we'll get him, .62s what he ate for dinner
Nah, we ain't joy ridin', we eithеr robbin' or slidin' to catch him in that blender
Man, I can tell hе goofy, he doin' all that shit for the hoes on Insta'
I can really fuck his bitch, but I don't really want that ho, her nigga too tender, uh
Ask the block, I rap and send out shots, talk hot shit and they spinnin'
Spin out SRTs, big .223s, blue tips jumped out and bit him
Hoss had killed my brother, I told his OG, "Don't cry, we gon' kill him"
We had went and slide, and now I'm mad, the four-nick' damn near hit him
On the block goin' live with choppers out, them hot cars, we gon' flip 'em
Hoes think that we rich, we ridin' fast, ProPAD, bae, we still 'em
[Chorus]
Bitch, we still spinnin'
It's three o'clock, my little ass still ain't sleep and I'm still sippin'
Tryna call a bitch that I can lay up with, my bitch been trippin'
She can leave and do what she wanna do, I ain't mad 'cause I been pimpin'
Ain't no gettin' away, pull right on the side of his ass, I see him limpin'
They know how we get, just spin and don't talk shit, they ask what block we flippin'
On them hits, we catch one, then he done, get up, that chopper spittin'
Hop out tossin' shells, it's time slide, more shots 'cause I'm still blickin'
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