Spin Again

[Intro: Pros AP]
(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)
Gang (Nigga, huh?)
Island (Island Boys)
Island Boys (Island Boys, Island Boys)
Ayy

[Chorus: Pros AP]
He don't I'm finna— (Nigga, what?), alright
He don't I'm finna up it 'til he comin' out his kit
You ain't gangster, you let a nigga take you out your wrist
Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
Nigga, I got— alright
Nigga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)
In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
Spinnin' tracks on they block, spin again and again

[Verse 1: Pros AP]
Spin again and again 'til you hit a nigga top, ayy
I'm on the 8 tryna spin through the 5, ayy
Just fucked an opp ho and made her pick a side
The ho fucked me 'cause she thought a nigga signed
I got twenty on me, let a nigga play, I'm puttin' fully on him
Off one, pull this bitch and squeeze and shoot twenty-somethin'
Forty 'bows just touched, another twenty comin'
Fresh as fuck in a foreign, look like homecomin'
Ayy, niggas blackballin', bitch, I'm trap hoggin'
My niggas came Scat, my other nigga Trackhawkin'
Fah-fah-fah, E hoppin' out often
Another pack got me coughin'
Nigga, I can't stop trappin', boy, this shit a habit
Fiends knockin' at the door, I told lil' bro he can have 'em
Ayy, I ain't gotta write no more
P froze, he ain't gotta rock his ice no more

[Chorus: Pros AP]
Niggas thinkin' I won't— alright
Niggas thinkin' I won't up it 'til he comin' out his kit
You ain't gangster, you let a nigga take you out your wrist
Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
Nigga, I got— alright
Nigga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)
In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
Spinnin' Tracks on they block, spin again and again

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I got lotta different bitches on me
Hit the bitch in the backroom and pass her to my homie
Rollin' 'za in the Backwood, I might get like Kobe
Just know that I ain't passin' shit
I just threw the ones with him 'cause I ain't have the stick
A nigga beat my ass, I swear to God, I'm joggin' to the whip
Widebody Hellcat, no foggers on this bitch
Bitch pussy wet as hell, I'm fallin' in her shit
I'm mad as hell I fucked her like that, she callin' me for dick
You seen me just post a microphone, stop callin' me for shit
Yeah, Palm Angel t-shirt with the shark on it
In the middle the street with a heat tryna park somethin'
Ain't nobody got no 'Wood? I'm tryna spark somethin'
Aim the cam and press the red button, I'm tryna Sprk somethin'
Burnt the tires in the Scat Pack, you see the sparks from it
Lil' bitch sent her Cash App because I'm cart punchin'
Seen her pic, know she bad 'cause I don't heart nothin'
Sold him Percs out a grocery bag, got his heart pumpin'
I thought Pros had the switch on him, he had the Arp dumpin'
Nigga, AKA an ARP
Micro Drac' chase you down and whip just like Baby D
.308s out the RPK look like baby feet
Beat a bitch down for three weeks straight, now she Baby E
Don't know why she thought she was gettin' dick, I'm finna break her knees

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce