30 Deep Grimeyy, iayze, SG Batman - Spin It! lyrics

I ain't hoppin' in that car
If the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want me to fuck her
I'm like bitch I got you in a minute
(In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing
It's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt
It look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch
When I spin it, spin it

That's a lot, that's a lot, I got guap
That's yo thot, that's yo thot
She gave top
In that drop top, looking for them opps
Pussy try to test me, how he end up popped
It looked like a XD
But I'm totin' the Glock
Look at my wrist bitch
That shit be on freeze
I know rollin' 60's, 52's and Trey P's
If you let that chain hang off
Yo neck that shit I keep
I be rollin' round a murder
With my pipe on me
Bitch I'm back, bitch I'm back
Bitch I'm back in a murder
Lookin' for opps to heat
Bitch I'm back, bitch I'm back

I ain't hoppin' in that car
If the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want to me fuck her
I'm like bitch I got you in a minute
(In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing
It's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt
It look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch
When I spin it, spin it

I know 4's Vice Lords and BDs
The opps they want me dead
Gon' have to kill me
If you really out here in these streets
Then you gon' have to feel me
And I'm the king of drill
The king of killing beef
I done bust all on her
Eye she can't even see
Might not shoot the 3
I'm in the post like I'm Kareem
Mister move different
I grab the glizzy let off steam
You ain't shooting shit, your opps alive
My opps deceased
Doing all that dissin' on my name
Ain't kill a thing that ain't real beef
She sucking dick in the car
Yea she uber eats sick of these niggas been
Faking this gangsta shit
Shoot at me atleast
Actin' like you a bitch
Movin' around when shit get real deep
I'm hooded up
Creepin' in yo bushes bitch you
Know I'm a real creep

I ain't hoppin' in that car
If the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want me to fuck her
I'm like bitch I got you in a minute
(In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing
It's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt
It look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch
When I spin it, spin it

We in this bitch with chops
We in this bitch with Glocks
I heard the feds listening
(Shh) , we in this bitch with props
I ran it up and got a bag
And put my niggas in it
He tried to park, I let it
Spark and hit his fitted, fitted
Don't fuck with, I popped a
Narc it got me dizzy, dizzy
Don't call my phone I'm gon'
Decline, cause I be busy, busy
I ain't hoppin' in no box
That's a stitchy sitchy
I ain't totin' on no Glocks
Unless it got a switchy
I ain't trickin' on no
Thot, bitch it's fifty, fifty
Who that say I duck my top, I'm in the city
City yea, bitch I'm back
What? Bitch I'm back
Yea, niggas cap pull up he get clapped
Yea, bitch I'm back what?
Bitch I'm back

I ain't hoppin' in that car
If the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want me to fuck her
I'm like bitch I got you in a minute
(In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing
It's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt
It look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch
When I spin it, spin it