Edot Babyy - SPINNIN lyrics
[Edot Babyy - SPINNIN lyrics]
(M-M-M-Mercy, K-K-KB the plug)
Grrah (Ransom, you got this)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, uh
It's lit in the party
Lil' thot go dumb off the molly
I might roll up Delilah or Lotti (Lotti)
Can't wait 'till I catch me Zanotti
(Zanotti)
You spin? You what? You uh, you dumb
(Grrah-grrah)
This chop' that I got make 'em run
(Grrah-grrah)
Beretta attached with the beam on the gun
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm spinnin', I'm looking for niggas
That's talking on gang, like
How you go dumb with the juice?
You ain't catch no hit's
You don't got no aim (Don't got no aim)
I'm wit' it, I'm a shooter
I might spin through the Sev with a ruger
Head crack, I'ma slide off a scooter
456 and I gotta maneuver (Gotta maneuver)
This chop', I'm tossin'
Oh he 2Woo? Bro off him (Gang)
Grrah-grrah, put him in a coffin
Bro keep clickin', ain't taking no losses
(At all, at all)
I'm trying to get him, leave him where he at
Like, what's the word, what's the facts?
I don't like fightin' so I keep a, uh
I don't like fightin' so I keep a strap
(Baow, baow, baow) big chop' on me, uh
I'm in thе field with a rocket
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
He watchin' my hand in my bag, uh
But that shit in my pockеt (Pocket) bri Bri
(Bri Bri)
These niggas be cuffin' a thot bitch
I can not lack for no bitch in the strip
These niggas be cuffin' a opp bitch
Tryna catch 'em, like
Get shot in your chest
Talkin' on bro, you can meet your death
(Grrah) everybody dead, niggas got me fed
(Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
I did a lot for these niggas
(Uh) , and niggas ain't do back (At all)
I shot a lot of these niggas, and
Niggas ain't shoot back at all, grrah
It's lit in the party
Lil' thot go dumb off the molly
I might roll up Delilah or Lotti (Lotti)
Can't wait 'till I catch me Zanotti
(Zanotti)
You spin? You what? You uh, you dumb
(Grrah-grrah)
This chop' that I got make 'em run
(Grrah-grrah)
Beretta attached with the beam on the gun
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm spinnin', I'm looking for niggas
That's talking on gang, like
How you go dumb with the juice?
You ain't catch no hit's
You don't got no aim (Don't got no aim)
I'm wit' it, I'm a shooter
I might spin through the Sev with a ruger
Head crack, I'ma slide off a scooter
456 and I gotta maneuver (Gotta maneuver)
Grrah (Ransom, you got this)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, uh
It's lit in the party
Lil' thot go dumb off the molly
I might roll up Delilah or Lotti (Lotti)
Can't wait 'till I catch me Zanotti
(Zanotti)
You spin? You what? You uh, you dumb
(Grrah-grrah)
This chop' that I got make 'em run
(Grrah-grrah)
Beretta attached with the beam on the gun
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm spinnin', I'm looking for niggas
That's talking on gang, like
How you go dumb with the juice?
You ain't catch no hit's
You don't got no aim (Don't got no aim)
I'm wit' it, I'm a shooter
I might spin through the Sev with a ruger
Head crack, I'ma slide off a scooter
456 and I gotta maneuver (Gotta maneuver)
This chop', I'm tossin'
Oh he 2Woo? Bro off him (Gang)
Grrah-grrah, put him in a coffin
Bro keep clickin', ain't taking no losses
(At all, at all)
I'm trying to get him, leave him where he at
Like, what's the word, what's the facts?
I don't like fightin' so I keep a, uh
I don't like fightin' so I keep a strap
(Baow, baow, baow) big chop' on me, uh
I'm in thе field with a rocket
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
He watchin' my hand in my bag, uh
But that shit in my pockеt (Pocket) bri Bri
(Bri Bri)
These niggas be cuffin' a thot bitch
I can not lack for no bitch in the strip
These niggas be cuffin' a opp bitch
Tryna catch 'em, like
Get shot in your chest
Talkin' on bro, you can meet your death
(Grrah) everybody dead, niggas got me fed
(Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
I did a lot for these niggas
(Uh) , and niggas ain't do back (At all)
I shot a lot of these niggas, and
Niggas ain't shoot back at all, grrah
It's lit in the party
Lil' thot go dumb off the molly
I might roll up Delilah or Lotti (Lotti)
Can't wait 'till I catch me Zanotti
(Zanotti)
You spin? You what? You uh, you dumb
(Grrah-grrah)
This chop' that I got make 'em run
(Grrah-grrah)
Beretta attached with the beam on the gun
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm spinnin', I'm looking for niggas
That's talking on gang, like
How you go dumb with the juice?
You ain't catch no hit's
You don't got no aim (Don't got no aim)
I'm wit' it, I'm a shooter
I might spin through the Sev with a ruger
Head crack, I'ma slide off a scooter
456 and I gotta maneuver (Gotta maneuver)