Spin The Block

[Intro]
Glah, glah-glah boom nigga
It's that Tj nigga
Every opp shot
Glah, glah, glah, glah
Glah-glah, every opp shot

[Chorus]
In the hill like r.i.p Notti
If you talking on bro, then you gon catch a shot
And we flocking for E with the Dot
Bend the sev tryna catch us a flock
Man down, we caught one to his top
And they punching they hips so I'm spinning they block
I ain't leaving till them bodies drop
Like oh my god, what happened to Rah? (rah rah)

[Verse 1]
In Douglas, tryna catch a sweeper
If I don't gotta G with a broom, Ima beat em
Why they smoking on Fries, they gon eat em
That she was swallow his cemen
Keep my left, word to bro I got right
If he screaming out jet then we crashing his flight
On bro, niggas down for the hype
Niggas talking on Dotty, I'm sending a kite
(Keep my left, word to bro I got right)
(If he screaming out jet then we crashing his flight)
(On bro niggas down for the hype)
(Niggas talking on Dotty, I'm sending a kite)

[Verse 2]
When I'm in the v, worda bro, I be purgin
Opps keep watching my page so I'm lurkin
Bitches see me, and they start flirting
Like I was just {?} cuz I'm sturdy
Mama keep {?}, I told her "don't worry"
Like I pour a eight inna duece, vision blurry
(Like I pour a eight inna duece, vision blurry)

[Verse 3]
On my way to they block tryna see where they at
Down the hill tryna see who gon lack
Mr.CoolWithTheDuece tryna make us a pack
Trendy buggin, totin onna strap
And for all of the shit that I did
{?} shots that I threw
Bend thru, hop out, on the 2
Why they acting like I don't bend thru

[Chorus]
In the hill like r.i.p Notti
If you talking on bro, then you gon catch a shot
And we flocking for E with the Dot
Bend the sev tryna catch us a flock
Man down, we caught one to his top
And they punching they hips so I'm spinning they block
I ain't leaving till them bodies drop
Like oh my god, what happened to Rah? (rah rah)

[Outro]
(In the hill like r.i.p Notti
If you talking on bro, then you gon catch a shot
And we flocking for E with the Dot
Bend the sev tryna catch us a flock
Man down, we caught one to his top
And they punching they hips so I'm spinning they block
I ain't leaving till them bodies drop
Like oh my god, what happened to Rah?)
(Free the bros, everything dead nigga, every opp shot)
(It's that Sugarhill Tj, we into it)
(ahhhhh) (oy the fuck up man)
(grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(grah-grah boom nigga)
(baow baow) (like)
(glah) (glah glah)