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spin back - roscoe g lyrics

[intro: dudeylo]
baow, baow, baow*baow
baow, baow, baow, ahhhh
where the f*ck is he going?
like
ahhh
man
ayo rg get that n*gga
ayo {?} get em
baow*baow

[chorus: roscoe g]
like, it was just me on that block
like, i was tryna dump every shot
spin through they block tryna flock at a flock
like, i bet i go kuu with that knock
grrah, og, top 3, i bet i go get em
hop in that v, you better go blitz em
like, and i bet they won’t get back
like, and i bet they gon sit back
like, noah, yellow

[verse 1: dudeylo]
ahh*ahh*ahh
how many dead n*ggas do they got?
i never liked school so i stayed on the block
baow, f*ck a pencil i’d rather a glock
off this perky, i might lose it
like, the way he keep flashing them guns the way he gon lose it
momo a b*tch and i swear he ain’t do sh*t
free bro, he got locked {?}
[verse 2: jstar balla]
like, blitz through the front
we gon blitz through the back (like)
free {?} mrmakeithat (like)
why these n*ggas chatting for the net?
last opp got caught got put in a pack
big chop, it came with a {b*tt?}
if i aim for his top, he {?}
like, ayo dudey, rg, look he runnin
(ayo dudey, rg, look he runnin)

[verse 3: roscoe g]
like, look at that boy he runnin
like, i’m tryna up it in public
stop all the chatting, i ain’t with discussion
like, two shots done ripped through his stomach
but f*ck that like, what happened to matt?
oh my god, it came out his back
free move banga, he dropping the hat

[verse 4: dudeylo]
ahhh
i threw five at that boy, he threw zero back (like)
call em tatum (baow)
every drill i was on, i was flamin
40 start barking, he got his own language
thottie on d*ck tryna f*ck cause we famous
i told her bend that sh*t back, ima break it
ahhh she keep scratching on me
she can’t take it
if i don’t like em, he dead i can’t fake it (ahhh)
[bridge: dudeylo & jstar balla]
ayo star, look at them running again
i dare em to lack then we coming again
if we let them get close then we send them to his friend
like, it’s only my brothers riding till the end
we in the yams, we with teddy
big guns so you better be ready
ahhh and i bet he gon fl!ck till it’s {every?}
we can’t let him get low, gotta hold this sh*t steady

- roscoe g lyrics

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