hoodlum spin Lyrics

I'm burning with demons

Cheefing up all I got

Lying, trying to escape my thought

Spinning and spinning

Twisting up fingers of grinch in my

My vision is

Making the doors go suicide

I'm burning with demons

Cheefing up all I got

Leaning, engine screaming

Dying, trying to escape my thoughts

I'm spinning and spinning and

Twisting up fingers of grinch up in my spot

My vision is crazy

Copping the latest

Chasing what I want

Flipping Ziploc on my street

Hitting ends making ends meet

No Maybach, zoned out

Biting your bitch in the back of the Bentley

Dozed off, diamonds shining

Hundred pack get divided

Paid off my whip (skrrt)

You rented your shit

You borrow your cred

You little nerds getting bossed

Taking your "L" taking your - uh

About the bitch that I been on

Acting unholy and she wore a cross

Yeah uh, woah

Holy whole team earning with me

Rockets burning big Kush got me blasting off

Until my legacy is underground

808s loud, shaking shit off the walls

Fold up my bitch, about a hundred pounds

Hold me down, then I'm breaking them off

Turn around, who really got your back?

My bitch sending texts on paper, that's fax

She earned it, been working

While I'm swerving, she practicing math,

She been counting my racks

Aye no way that I'm going down

Ain't no way, bitch, I'm moving out

Moving on, moving fast

Bitch want gas, then I ain't got the time

But when she hit my line

I move the work

Then I feel my worth

I know they pain

We ain't talk in days but I been that way

Got a lot of slimes who ain't been okay

I'm burning with demons

Cheefing up all I got

Leaning, engine screaming

Dying, trying to escape my thoughts

I'm spinning and spinning and

Twisting up fingers of grinch in my spot

My vision is crazy

Copping the latest

Chasing what I want

Hop on that rockstar shit

You corny

Bitch, you ain't live that way

Hop out the Accord

You'd fold like accordions

Talking keys - don't play, okay

I gave what she ain't affording

Backstage, she kept recording

I've been up and down, run to New York

Hella dope, hella racks, hella work

Been tapping it like it's her foot

She rubbing my back while I'm rolling a Dutch

Quick to take it off your hands

Only offering help when you hold what they want (Aye)

My boys, they hoodlums and criminals

You too clean, cuz I ain't feeling you

Pop a tab, soda pop, with a Midwest bitch

She top me off now we getting visuals, huh

She getting scared, got the beat on a loop

The 808s brr like birds in the winter do

If you raised in the dirt, they take you to church

And they teach you what sinners do

I'm burning with demons

Cheefing up all I got

Leaning, engine screaming

Dying, trying to escape my thoughts

I'm spinning and spinning and

Twisting up fingers of grinch in my spot

My vision is crazy

Copping the latest

Chasing what I want