Spin ft. JhonDoe Lyrics

Why he think he hard when he posted in his crib

Thought you never lacking, we gon' blick right when you slip

Hit him in his head, he can't think right, it ain't clear

You spin, you miss your shots, you spin again, that car be flipped

You flexin' what you got on, yeah, that V-Lone gon' get ripped

I'm feelin' like I'm flock, the way I said don't run, don't trip

If he talkin' too crazy, he end up all in a hearse

Yeah, you want me on your song, gotta pay me for the verse

If you ever did me wrong, me and gang gon' put in work

He try diss me on a song, in real life, he gon' be hurt

And you sayin' that we wrong for your brother that got murked

And you lyin' on his name, bet your brother ass is hurt

And he dissin' on the gang just for some fame, just for some clout

Stop tryna pass me Reggie, bitch, I'm only smokin' loud

And you know you is a goofy, don't come in, you not allowed

Yeah, you think you Superman, just with that tech, you get fouled out

Yeah, you know that you fouled out, but you still tryna play

Yeah, you steady callin' me your brother, tryna eat off my plate

And I know that you not real, the way you gettin' in my way

I got 20-20 vision, I could see your ass was fake

And you know I don't fuck with that bitch, no more her ass done lied

Yeah, she try to hit my phone, bout some money, bitch, denied

And you know that I am steppin' by my lonely, fuck your guys

And I know that you ain't stretchin', homie, keep your lil' ass quiet

Need a girl that hold my blick for me like we Bonnie and Clyde

All my brothers, we is down for whatever, we gon' ride

Yeah, you scary and you soft, don't claim nothin', you might die

Saw you talkin' on the net, like you gang, you ain't gon' slide

Nah, you ain't gon' slide

off so many drugs, you can see it in my eyes

I can't show no people, I done seen too many dies

Shawty, postin' naked pictures, but she talkin' bout she shy

My brother, he a real one, he made a way for me

Shawty, come here, so you can see just where my feelings be

I don't answer the phone, she text me like you killin' me

Baby, always wanna argue, I don't let it get to me

Nah, I can't, I'm takin' cash out the bank

I'm tryna get me some money, cop out there like we're the bank

I hit the club for a hour, I ain't tryna stay

And I got it on me, you can see it in my face