MBNel - Spin lyrics
[MBNel - Spin lyrics]
Hey lil brodie spinning blocks
And he been playing
With his nose so he ain't sleep yet
Need a heater in these streets 'cause
It get cold and I'm anemic
We gon' flip a sucker load
He think he slick
Already seen it
All that dissing on the
'net, my shooter slide
Make him delete it
"Oh Nelly, he ain't with it
He been busy with all that singing"
Ain't too much rappers in my city who
Damn near touched a half a million
All this money on the floor as if for grabs
Then brodie kill him
Bounce out the loc then walk him down
It's repercussions if we don't finish
Back to business, I been rapping for the bag
You in it for the clout
All these bitches ho'
Just take the right guy go and bring it out
I don't like to lie
Matter of fact it give me cotton mouth
Don't make us put the SRTs away
And bring the Hondas out
Fresh as fuck when I step in
I'mma make sure they bring the cameras out
Rolling off respect but I get
Cranky when it's wearing out
Crazy ass fans, we paranoid
Brodie might fan you down
Three thousand for the coat when I step in
Make sure I'm stepping out
Hey lil baby I'm expensive
Can't afford to lack
If all you offer is some pussy
I need more than that
I hit it from the back and slap her ass
I'm recording that
My young life sick
They doing skit's in a corona mask
Hey I'm stepping on the gas, say
She gripping on my dick
I'm gripping on the strap
Eat it from the back
Ooh she love my lil nasty ass
Ask me where I'm from, look at my tats
Why you asking that
40s to his chest now he can't breathe
It's a asthma attack
Aye, homie slap strategic boy
They back to back
Please don't mention nothing 'bout my name
If ain't no facts in that
Aye, clapping from the back
Oh she clapping back
All my homies playing quarterback
Bullets passing that
And he been playing
With his nose so he ain't sleep yet
Need a heater in these streets 'cause
It get cold and I'm anemic
We gon' flip a sucker load
He think he slick
Already seen it
All that dissing on the
'net, my shooter slide
Make him delete it
"Oh Nelly, he ain't with it
He been busy with all that singing"
Ain't too much rappers in my city who
Damn near touched a half a million
All this money on the floor as if for grabs
Then brodie kill him
Bounce out the loc then walk him down
It's repercussions if we don't finish
Back to business, I been rapping for the bag
You in it for the clout
All these bitches ho'
Just take the right guy go and bring it out
I don't like to lie
Matter of fact it give me cotton mouth
Don't make us put the SRTs away
And bring the Hondas out
Fresh as fuck when I step in
I'mma make sure they bring the cameras out
Rolling off respect but I get
Cranky when it's wearing out
Crazy ass fans, we paranoid
Brodie might fan you down
Three thousand for the coat when I step in
Make sure I'm stepping out
Hey lil baby I'm expensive
Can't afford to lack
If all you offer is some pussy
I need more than that
I hit it from the back and slap her ass
I'm recording that
My young life sick
They doing skit's in a corona mask
Hey I'm stepping on the gas, say
She gripping on my dick
I'm gripping on the strap
Eat it from the back
Ooh she love my lil nasty ass
Ask me where I'm from, look at my tats
Why you asking that
40s to his chest now he can't breathe
It's a asthma attack
Aye, homie slap strategic boy
They back to back
Please don't mention nothing 'bout my name
If ain't no facts in that
Aye, clapping from the back
Oh she clapping back
All my homies playing quarterback
Bullets passing that