Spin Again

[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
Mhm
What up, Getta?

[Verse 1]
I done gave these niggas time after time to get it right
I can't hold a nigga hand, I'm on my way, I'm takin' flight
Do the Louis with the Gucci, which one I'ma play tonight?
My bitch got a bustdown 41, it shine bright
I thought I told you I don't write, boy, this shit come off the top
See him out and get him dropped, do the dash, fuck the cops
Ain't no love, fuck the opps, got a muzzle on the chop
Fuck around, wake up the block, we put switches on the Glocks
What's the tickets on the blocks? Is you taxin' or you not?
If them prices low enough, then I want everything you got
But if you say a crazy number, then your stupid ass gettin' robbed
Fast Money, bitch, the mob, bossman, givin' out jobs
We make pussy niggas go hide, niggas scared to come outside
I be out here with my squad, don't go nowhere without four-five
All that internet thuggin', I hope we catch him while he live
Nothin' less than a thousand shots with me when I slide

[Chorus]
Yeah, nigga, hmm, and we'll spin again
Bet they think twice before they play with me again
They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs
I'll hit any nigga town and don't check in
Dog said that shit takin' a ten, he brought the best in
Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin
Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this shit that real
Told them niggas I was gettin' right, they goin' left still

[Verse 2]
Real niggas never fold, solid nigga, never told
The type of business I be standin' on, I need eleven toes
Told Choose to call Fred Bands, I need another load
Mix the opp pack with Cavities, this shit super strong
Buffs on, boogers in the middle, I see through the hate
Ain't no trespassin' where I live, you can't get through the gate
Big money, you don't get money, you a flunky
I'm big unky, off an eight of Wocky, higher than the junkies
Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me, I proved it too many times
Noddin' off while I'm drivin', I think I drunk too many lines
I don't listen to nigga's music, I hear too many lies
For that Saint Louis, I gotta get off this crack, somebody dyin'

[Chorus]
Yeah, nigga, hmm, and we'll spin again
Bet they think twice before they play with me again
They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs
I'll hit any nigga town and don't check in
Dog said that shit takin' a ten, he brought the best in
Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin
Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this shit that real
Told them niggas I was gettin' right, they goin' left still