Spin It

[Intro]
Sebz Beats baby!
Rock with the opp, drop with the opp
NB, NB
Free the tugs!
Free the paigons
RIP to the soldiers
Yo, yo, look

[Verse 1]
I came out the gutter, don’t sit on the fence
How the fuck can you bring it to colour? I’m beefing a borough that don’t make sense
I’m gripping it thorough and slap at your brother, was throwing it blue but is covered in red
Then will he recover? I want him to suffer, he might just make it, I’ll put it to bed
So I’m out there riding again
Chill with it, cool with the stick like Bamm-Bamm
I might do me a movie, a Rapman
Me and bro ate through spots no Pacman
Got a new re from my old boy Afghan
He ain’t good with thе words, he’ll hang man
Got it from Dave, not once from a Santan
Bro wants 4 morе lines, no hashtag
And some say that my bro does voodoo, and some think that my bro does magic
Tear through garms, leave more than a boohoo, last crime scene it was taped off tragic
And the frame of the shape came hefty, not enough room to conceal that beater
We step in and the parties done, bro got two with a dirty Nina
How many man got away by luck, slugs do spread like a brand new fever
Jump out bait, I don’t give no fuck
If I was them, wouldn’t like me neither
I don’t fuck with them boy, they’re lele
You don’t wanna be that guy on a late night date getting caught with bae bae
But me I’m gonna be that guy that’s out on a ride, let it rip like Beyblade

[Chorus]
Spin it, spot him
Click it, drop him
We got the party lit, yeah we got the party poppin’
She fucks with a crip
Well bitch I’m a blood, what’s poppin’?
Your man ain’t shit
Just give me a call if you spot him
Spin it, spot him
Click it, drop him
We got the party lit, yeah we got the party poppin’
She fucks with a crip
Well bitch I’m a blood, what’s poppin’?
Your man ain’t shit
Just give me a call if you spot him

[Verse 2]
Settle for nothing, I aim for the moon
I pop smoke with the auto tune, came two waps deep when I'm sliding through
We aim high and we fly that too
When the star come walk, sky walk like Luke
No work and the boys got proof
He ain't on shit and that be the truth
He's deffo an opp, he can die in blue
On your marks, get set, are you ready?
I'm lying, I don't give choice but give false hope to the opps I'm petty
I rock with it calm and steady
In a beat down 4 by 4 or I hatchback coupe or I pedal bike risk that
Ima lean and shoot when I shake that room, no shock like bro I done did that
I can feel that pistol kick, no pistol whip in a 4 by 4
And this crystal drip in a Pyrex dish and it came straight drop in the purest form
Brand new Toy, won't put on no Story
Ting want Woody because man's Buzz
Just take wood, can't take no hoodie, I just want goodies I don't want love
Who said crime don't pay? Cos they fuck with the pigs, (?)
Me and them don't rock like that, we ain't like that, none of our tings came fake
And I go lurk when I'm in that mood, when I go hunt no it ain't no game
Big bruck back and the neatest nine, we'd whistle like the Hunger Games

[Chorus]
Spin it, spot him
Click it, drop him
We got the party lit, yeah we got the party poppin’
She fucks with a crip
Well bitch I’m a blood, what’s poppin’?
Your man ain’t shit
Just give me a call if you spot him
Spin it, spot him
Click it, drop him
We got the party lit, yeah we got the party poppin’
She fucks with a crip
Well bitch I’m a blood, what’s poppin’?
Your man ain’t shit
Just give me a call if you spot him