Don’t Spin This Rip

[Intro: Wink9ine & Yung Dizzy]
Ayy, you better get the scooter team, you better not get in that car
You better not get in that whip
You get in that whip, I'ma whip that ass
Ha, baow (You tell they ass, you find out, get a nigga—)
Nigga (Kato, this crazy)
Let's go, nigga
I'm your man (Boom), I won't let 'em in (Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, young slime, ayy, Frankie

[Chorus: Wink9ine]
Heard they tryna spin a nigga, got—, heard they tryna spin a nigga, got stopped
I fuck with the youngins, they brung in the Glocks
I fuck with YBeezy, he's been on that track
I thought I could BT from blowin' this J (BT)
You try and hop out, they put him back in
When I'm tired of this work, we'll do it again (Where?)
We spinning and spinning, it's never gon' end (Boom, boom, boom)
Keep sinnin' and sinnin', and killin' and killin'
I pray to Allah, but like bronem wicked
I be totin' that Drac', it short as a midget
Brodie got stuck in the gate and he shitted (Boom, boom, boom)
I don't need me a pill to hop in that car
With a nigga that makes it, he make it too far
I can get you touched, pull the string, no guitar (Huh?)
I can get you burnt, just pass me a rod (Huh?)

[Verse 1: Wink9ine & Yung Dizzy]
I'm a real robber, I never could starve
Fuck all these niggas, just throw me a lob (Just throw me a)
Got top, then got stuck in the car (Yeah)
The longer I kill, nigga, let it off (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Dizzy]
Bring me pizza, they offered piece in the day
Nigga, fuck Tay, he ain't see today (Nigga, fuck him)
I'm growing up strong with this Drac' for a lay (Yeah)
Told her, "Keep on her thongs," I don't even want her face (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch wan' be there, told her, "Set up a plate"
Her skin, no sense, so I'm gonna be late
Heard Frankie made a song
He got topped in his 'Wood, should've been his day
Catch a nigga say my name
Man, that nigga would be good as gone
I'll hop out in some fly shit
Might see me on POI rockin' Chrome
Smack a tracker on his car
We 'bout to follow his ass 'til he make it home (All the way home)
We hopping out on three nigga or me
We bounce out this bitch, spread out in the street (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Wink9ine & Yung Dizzy]
Told BDS, "Chill, we got him right here"
He was just in our face, how he disappear?
Hold on, Wiz, there his ass go right there
I aim with the Drac', the sights on his ass
Me and BDS 20, we both got Dracs
Creepin' up behind him, he ain't gettin' away
You go left, I go right, nigga, that's the play
Crept up and just blast, had the Drac' in his face

[Chorus: Wink9ine]
Heard they tryna spin a nigga, got—, heard they tryna spin a nigga, got stopped
I fuck with the youngins, they brung in the Glocks
I fuck with YBeezy, he's been on that track
I thought I could BT from blowin' this J (BT)
You try and hop out, they put him back in
When I'm tired of this work, we'll do it again (Where?)
We spinning and spinning, it's never gon' end (Boom, boom, boom)
Keep sinnin' and sinnin', and killin' and killin'
I pray to Allah, but like bronem wicked
I be totin' that Drac', it short as a midget
Brodie got stuck in the gate and he shitted (Boom, boom, boom)
I don't need me a pill to hop in that car
With a nigga that makes it, he make it too far
I can get you touched, pull the string, no guitar (Huh?)
I can get you burnt, just pass me a rod