spinnin 2 - kyle richh lyrics
[intro]
glah
glah
why these opp n*ggas runnin’ and sh*t?
like been through in my gun and my clip
likin’ these b*tches is bummy and sh*t
why she be f*ckin’ for money and sh*t
like she a thot givin’ it up for a lift
what? she like to vibe with the members
tryna line us, on bro, i’ma end her
get*back gang like, glah, glah, glah
[chorus]
dri*drive*by
ootin’ from deep
poll jam up, he get beat ’til he bleed
and we not gon’ slide ‘ril he sleep
hang out the v like it’s kdot da gzz
he tried to creep, but he throw that ap (like what?)
quick draw, oot ’em like thompson (d*mn)
b*beam on his face, i’ma drop ’em
spin through his strip before i spot ’em, pop ’em
[verse]
he*he feelin’ tough, i’ma flock ’em
gun jam up, he get beat with the rocket
spin through, hole in his noggin
like d*mn, glah, glah
she a thot, she think she grown
you not my b*tch, i’m just tryna get right
jenn*jenn got the gwap, mix it with sprite
like when you flock and i don’t wanna fight
i’m too*i’m too hot, i be smokin’ on dead opps
like what? don’t run, got a red dot
headshot gang, what the f*ck is a leg shot
we got ooters, so don’t get your head popped (d*mn)
lil’ thotty, she wanna be next to me (like d*mn)
she want the migos and hennessy (huh?)
it’s a function, let’s get jiggy
like*like what? don’t pass me the whitney
like d*mn, pray it don’t stop
he tried to run, he got put in a box, what
everything dead when i step in the room, moonwalk
get sent to the top
likin’ i don’t gotta diss to be hot
gun jam up, he get beat with the gun
li*like what? don’t get a bro popped
i’m too tac’, can’t set no drop
d*mn, and i mean all the sh*t that i did (like d*mn)
who’ll forget all the shots that i do? (like what?)
two glocks, oot out his crew
my b*tch a baddie, the gun in her shoe (glah, glah, glah)
like throw three, you throw two (throw what?)
dissin’ the gang, get slimed like glue (like what?)
li*like what? get high like buu
she like, ”i get fly like you”
n*ggas see me, heart start pumpin’
i told bro, ”don’t stop, keep dumpin”’
like d*mn, up that gumbo
two, two fast like d*mn, don’t run bro
kil*k!ller, i bet he won’t k!ll again
b*tch if i miss, i’ma spin again
spin through your strip, straight gzz gonna finish them
run down, but the beam*on is white
bodies drop, n*ggas runnin’ and sh*t (like d*mn)
been through in my gun and my clip
likin’ these b*tches is bummy and sh*t
why she be f*ckin’ for money and sh*t
like she a thot givin’ it up for a lift
what? she like to vibe with the members
tryna line us, on bro, i’ma end her
get*back gang like, glah, glah
[chorus]
drive*by
ootin’ from deep
poll jam up, he get beat ’til he bleed
and we not gon’ slide ‘ril he sleep
hang out the v like it’s kdot da gzz
he tried to creep, but he throw that ap (like what?)
quick draw, oot ’em like thompson (d*mn)
b*beam on his face, i’ma drop ’em
spin through his strip before i spot ’em, pop ’em
[outro]
glah
like what? like d*mn
kr
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