Spin Back ft. 2f Cam Lyrics

Got seventeen shots, can't go out like lil' buddy

Double cup lean, sippin' high-tech, syrup, don't stand too close

This cup get muddy, I been servin' these packs

Got me feelin' like the mailman, get a pack, gon' re-up on sunday

Niggas snitch on my brother and he still acting tuff,

Man, the streets washed up, these niggas be funny

Three spots, one day, ain't nobody spin back

Send them shots this way, these niggas be bluff

Tired of these bitch ass nigga, put my name in the song

But you round yo big brother and you tryna act tuff,

I go' fed in the song, but you niggas police ' leave

Telling folks who you seen hoppin' out that splat

Ridin' round with the Glock with the switch

And a brand new Drac , they got 300 shots in the scat

If they blockin' skate, if they outside, wanna spin through

I'ma shoot this bitch to the kid

Nigga, I always say my name every time I pop out

Why these folks always on the young nigga dick

These niggas be clutchin' these guns

And tryna look mean, boy, you know you ain't shootin' shit

I turned up right now, lil' bruh, pipe down

Swear, I psych out on them drills

These niggas piped up off that hat

I swear my gang got plenty kills

Don't give a fuck about this rap shit

Really do it for the thrill

I think I said too much on this one song

I might just need to chill

Draco shoot charcoal, he try to run

We put him in the grill

Got seventeen, shots can't go out like lil' buddy

Double cup lean, sippin' high-tech syrup

Don't stand too close, this cup, get muddy

I've been servin' these packs, got me feelin' like the mailman

Get the pack, gon' re-up on Sunday

Niggas snitched on my brother, he still actin' tough

Man, the streets washed up, these niggas be funny

Three spots one day, ain't nobody spin back

Send shots this way, these niggas be bluff

Tired of these bitches ass, niggas, put my name in the song

But you watch yo big brother, and you still actin' tough

I gon' fed a song, but you niggas police

Telling folks who you seen hoppin' out that splat

Ridin' around with the Glock with the switch

And a brand new Drac , they got 300 shots in the scat

I don't love on the bitch , I just act funny

Steady talkin' bout' what he gon' do

When you see me, just go with your move

Different cars, yeah, we switch out the VIN

Up the chopper, then take down your crew

If you ask, I'll tell you the truth

Why he cappin' bout' handlin' business

I don't think he put shit on the news

5% whenever we ride

Leave my phone at the spot when we slide

Yeah, they be like, Slaughter

Why you always keep you a gun

Cause I been tryin' to catch me a nigga

Roll him up, put that boy in the blunt

Niggas cappin' bout' shit they ain't did

When I see him, I'm gettin' it done

Got seventeen , shots can't go out like lil' buddy

Double cup lean, sippin high-tech syrup

Don't stand too close, this cup, get muddy

I been servin' these packs, got me feelin' like the mailman

Get the pack, gon' re-up on Sunday

Snitched on my brother, he still actin' tough

Man, the streets washed up, these niggas be funny

Three spots, one day, ain't nobody spin

Back send shots this way, these niggas be bluff

Tired of these bitch ass niggas, put my name in the song

But you round your big brother, and you still actin' tough

I gon' fed in the song, but you nigga

Police, telling folks who, you seen

Hop up out that splat

Ride around with a Glock, with a switch

And a brand new Drac , they got 300 shots in the scat