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Spin

(альбом: Switch Music - 2022)


Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
We gon' tear it up
(Damn, Spancey)
Huh?

We gon' tear it up
Come through, then clear it up
Niggas shooting anybody, think these niggas scared of us (Grrah, grrah)
You ain't tryna catch a body, why you tryna hang with us?
Out there loafing, flame it up
We hit his leg, that ain't enough

We been out here lurking, foenem searching, tryna catch 'em one
Bet that we gon' hurt him, put it on him if he try to run
We can go for nothing
PGF buy all exotic guns
Spin they shit for fun
See a vic, hop out, face him, he done
Out south to over east
I ain't never ducking beef
First day in the city, we got busy, we ain't go to sleep (Grrah)
They know how them killers be, lil' Moe 'nem matching energy
Doing all that woofing like they looking, shit be killing me
Better not catch 'em in that park, hop out and spark, my favorite part (Grrah)
Play with 5.56s in the trenches, knocking bricks apart (Fah, fah, fah)
Niggas better play they part, nah, they better play it smart
We been lurking after dark, stand over, knock his face apart (Skrrt)
Ask 'em can they merch
When they pop out, they don't hear that burst
They know we shoot first
Ain't no blicking back, we push our worst
I get in my feelings and start spinning, I don't go to church
Nah, it ain't no chilling, keep on spinning 'til we do 'em worse (Damn, Spancey)

We gon' tear it up
Come through, then clear it up
Niggas shooting anybody, think these niggas scared of us
You ain't tryna catch a body, why you tryna hang with us?
Out there loafing, flame it up
We hit his leg, that ain't enough

Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin

Spin, spin, I'm tryna twist something
We like Jesse White the way we tryna flip something (Flip, flip)
I wear Off-White when I'm tryna drip something (Drip, drip)
On the off nights, still tryna blick something
Ayy, ayy, we just got a highspeed, ayy
They only hit my line when they know I'm OT, ayy
Ayy, and we on D, we gon' play the block
Ayy, got 'em on 57th sending shots, ayy
Me and Glizzy really don't play, ayy
We'll pop out where you stay, where you lay, ayy
Ayy, Psycho Gang, what, you Psycho Gang K?
We gon' come through, clear it up and leave that bitch a vaca' (Clear it up)

We gon' tear it up
Come through, then clear it up
Niggas shooting anybody, think these niggas scared of us
You ain't tryna catch a body, why you tryna hang with us?
Out there loafing, flame it up
We hit his leg, that ain't enough

Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Skrrt)

We gon' clear it up, foenem hopping out the truck
Niggas know don't speak on us 'cause we gon' come and tear it up
He say he want beef with us, boy, you need to hang it up
Psycho Gang, we dangerous, we pop out cuts and flame shit up
Niggas out here hiding, we keep sliding 'til we catch us one
Four shots to his head, one to his neck, that's how we stretch us one
We can't go for nothing, why you think I got this big-ass gun?
And we hurt people's sons, if you tough, then why your dumb ass run?
Foenem, they be clapping shit, I ain't with that rapping shit
And I got some shorties who will come through and start wrapping shit
Niggas who be acting like they slime, call them the capper-nicks
And no matter what, we screaming, "Free Cap," until it's backwards (Damn, Spancey)

We gon' tear it up
Come through, then clear it up
Niggas shooting anybody, think these niggas scared of us
You ain't tryna catch a body, why you tryna hang with us?
Out there loafing, flame it up
We hit his leg, that ain't enough

Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Skrrt)

I been out here lurking with this switch, I'm tryna catch somebody
You a goofy, talking like you shooting, only doing robberies
You get super, see us, hawk 'em down, now that's a dead body
On everybody, tryna put this switch on everybody (On everybody)
Bet I catch him at that store, hop out and blow, act shook, they know (Grrah, grrah)
I get super active, I'm a rapper, but hop out and score
.45 with the switch, I let it off, boy, that bitch do the most
Catch an opp, then smoke his ass, we turning niggas into ghosts (To ghosts)
We gon' pop up in his dreams, ARs, switches, and green beams
Psycho Gang, we super lit, they know who quick to get the green
They know we gon' tear it up, we come through there with bigger things
Psycho Gang, we fuck shit up, they know who gon' clear it up (Damn, Spancey)

We gon' tear it up
Come through, then clear it up
Niggas shooting anybody, think these niggas scared of us
You ain't tryna catch a body, why you tryna hang with us?
Out there loafing, flame it up
We hit his leg, that ain't enough

Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Skrrt)

Hop out blicking, clear it up
This shit'll get serious
That 4-0 switchy hit him up
Stand over gang, no getting up
We hop out with bigger stuff
That chopper be as big as us
Niggas don't want smoke with us
One puff, then he gon' choke it up
New niggas can't hang with us
'Cause Psycho Gang get dangerous
Want smoke, we rearrange his top
Slide through and rearrange the block
GDK, drop rakes a lot
We creeping, jump his gate, he pop
They act, these niggas fake a lot
Start sparking, can't escape these shots
Ayy, we go get 'em
Hawk 'em down and don't miss 'em
All G-Locks, this ain't no Smith &
I fell in love with the glitching
Like Mooda said, bitch, we spinning
Real life, ain't no pretending
We gon' clear it up, no posting up, Psycho Gang, bitch, we winning (Damn, Spancey)
Go, go

We gon' tear it up
Come through, then clear it up
Niggas shooting anybody, think these niggas scared of us (Grrah, grrah)
You ain't tryna catch a body, why you tryna hang with us?
Out there loafing, flame it up
We hit his leg, that ain't enough

Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spin (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Skrrt)

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