Spin Back

[Intro: Kids & Christian Cartier]
Ay ay, Capxn
Aaah!

[Chorus: Christian Cartier]
Oh, she wanna ride with a Steppa?
My bitch a bird, we be flockin' together (We be flockin' together!)
And she down for the line, if you let her
But I got my .9 on the side of my sweater (Side of my sweater!)
I'm on timin', pop out whenever (Slide!)
Said you slidin'? Leave on a stretcher (Grrah-grrah, boom!)
Money and violence, that make her wetter
She shakin' her hips how I shake my Berеtta
And you don't wanna rock, rock
'Cause I got my deuce, I bе ready to flock
I tell bro to, "Shoot," then he takin' his shot (He takin' that shot!)
If you slide in the coupe, you gon' leave in a box (Are you dumb?)
And we don't gotta reverse the V (Grrah, grrah)
With accurate aim I'ma shoot who I see
Might leave on a chain or might leave on a tee
If you speak on my name then may you rest in peace

[Verse 1: Christian Cartier]
Free bro, he got locked for the hammer
I can't stop for the cops or the cameras (Are you dumb?)
She wanna shake it on me like a dancer
Come and get naked for me, I'ma scammer
EBK, I'm not for the foolery (Die for the gang)
Try to play and I'm uppin' the .9 (Im uppin' that-)
In the spot, I'm not tuckin' my jewelry
If you reach for my chain, you gon' die (Aaah!)

[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
And it ain't enough time to be wastin'
Ask the judge, "How much time can they take?" (Like)
I don't know how much crimes I been breakin'
Free bro from the, he took eight (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm tryna see how many dimes I can make (I could make)
I'm on the grind, think I need me a Wraith (Need me a wraith)
I'm outside, got the knock on my waist
Try to push up on bro? Your mistake
I need ear mitts, It's gettin' loud (Gettin' loud)
Told 'em, "Flock the Flocka, lay 'em down"
Niggas ain't Jet, they gotta jack the pound, like
BHB, niggas know I'm the Hound (Really do hits)
I'm with Sally, whole lotta rounds, like (Whole lotta rounds)
Dot tryna flick on that (Dot tryna), like
Dot tryna flick on that crowd (Grrah-grrah)
Lil' bro keep spinnin', tryna make us proud (Aaah!)

[Verse 2: Christian Cartier]
Don't try to blitz up on me, it ain't safe (Grrah)
I make 'em get up off me with this Drac'
Perc' got her feelin' naughty, tell her, "Wait"
Now she tryna feel up on me by the waist
Likin' my pictures? What you tryna do?
You got a nigga? I'ma make him move
You with your sister? You can bring her, too
When she off a liquor, she ain't tryna groove
Don't try to run, I'ma up it and flame it
Glock with a drum, that's unlimited cases
Threw like a ton, he won't get off the (Come here!)
Threw like a ton, he won't get off the pavement
And I'm really Mr. Make-'Em-Famous (Grrah)
If it's up, you can send the location
Threw on the beam 'cause it help with my aimin'
Throwin' from deep, like Lamar on the Ravens

[Chorus: Christian Cartier]
Oh, she wanna ride with a Steppa?
My bitch a bird, we be flockin' together (We be flockin' together!)
And she down for the line, if you let her
But I got my .9 on the side of my sweater (Side of my sweater!)
I'm on timin', pop out whenever (Slide!)
Said you slidin'? Leave on a stretcher (Grrah-grrah, boom!)
Money and violence, that make her wetter
She shakin' her hips how I shake my Beretta
And you don't wanna rock, rock
'Cause I got my deuce, I be ready to flock
I tell brodie, "Shoot," then he takin' his shot (He takin' that shot!)
If you slide in the coupe, you gon' leave in a box (Are you dumb?)
And we don't gotta reverse the V (Grrah, grrah)
With accurate aim I'ma shoot who I see
Might leave on a chain or might leave on a te
If you speak on my name then may you rest in peace

[Outro: Kids]
Ay ay, Capxn