Lil Zay Osama - Spin Spin lyrics

Uh (Damn, Drako, you made this?)

Look, all the rah rah shit
Niggas ain't did nothin' to us
Don't be mad at me
Be mad at your bitch 'cause
She the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas
That these niggas ain't done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a
B in this bitch 'cause we do
Every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real
My brodie died get back for your homie
Stop callin' my phone with
Your lil' police ass
Opps done called my phone
Like twenty-some times screamin'
I know he mad
Fresh up out the fеds, still tote that
Switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah

Shout out blood 'nem, wе still doin' swaps
Shout out foenem on the East
Side, my opps they opps, they know we locked
One of my opps knew to kill
Hisself 'cause if he didn't
We was hittin' his top
Nigga play with my bro, big folks
In jail, 'fore he came home
We already spinned they block
Hit the opps' block, tell 'em pop out
They keep ridin' 'round
Y'all get hot cars, don't even
Slide on us, broke bitch
Stop drivin' 'round
Postin' all them straight-eights on
IG, she a straight, I'm firin' it down
Spin, spin, we ain't waitin' 'til
Shit start dyin' down, glah, glah
Pop up out that cut, he ain't see it comin'
Peek-a boo I'm into with my cousin, nigga
It'll be easy gettin' into it with you
He keep sayin' niggas know how I'm comin'
No the fuck I don't, man, who is dude?
You knew me before this rap shit
Splat shit way before YouTube, glah
You gave your bitch your heart
I gave my bitch a Glock
She know her nigga is one of them
Niggas and I smoke the opps
We know ain't no killer without no killer
Forever fuck the opps
Every time Osama land in one of these cities
Take me to the block

Look, all the rah rah shit
Niggas ain't did nothin' to us
Don't be mad at me, be mad at your
Bitch 'cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas
That these niggas ain't done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a
B in this bitch 'cause we do
Every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real
My brodie died get back for your homie
Stop callin' my phone with
Your lil' police ass
Opps done called my phone
Like twenty-some times screamin'
I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that
Switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah

On foenem