Bitch I'm uping this pole and it's no where to run
Spin thru the rose and I'm spinning for fun
Spot lil ocky put him in the trunk
Caught lj have him doing stunts
These niggas be capping and lying on my name
"Glahh"
But they put in no pain
Sin got packed
Turned him into a strain
Ski mask on I bet I hit that stain
I stand on my 10 toes till the end
Lil freak told her bring her friend
N we hop in a 4 door when we spin
Gotta pocket rocket call it lin
We gon put him up bullitin
Loose screw Ima go for the win
Outside never in
Don't front you get left in the wind
Don't front you get left in the wind
On the deuce smoking on sin
Where the skis never gon spin
Hop out the ride we throwing like 10
Like 5 for you and your friend
Chilling with apes you know we gon win
Free the bros that's locked in the pen
They was outside tryna catch them a-
Never backing down like bitch ima step
Spinning lurking counting every rep
N we acting for back doors jhonny depp
We the ones that be uppin the temp
Spin They side you won't see him again
Phew phew
Watch him drop when we bend
Stay 050 keep watch of ya friends
F*ck a link we ain't making amends
F*ck a link we ain't making a-
Don't talk till you see thru my lens
4.5 go straight thru ya benz
More life for the ones in the pen
Will I f*ck n the leave it depend
Like when you gon realize
See the the real lies
Of the one who don't know
Feeling on stuck N my heart is on cold
But im moving too bold
And im moving too cold
Catch lil acey you know ima throw glah
Yo tp, you know you a bitch
When I catch you better have your grip nigga
Ima back out the 40 bet that shit got a kick
Tryna hopout leave him on the strip
With my 2s we gon blitz
Throwin the deuce with the flick of the risk
Ill shot bet its leaving him sick
Im a hothead ready to hit
Tryna load lead In a blick go tricking out with a brick
Ima boss don lil bitch!
Boss don spartan beating my chest
Tacted up with a cadet
Niggas silver made in the flesh
Stomping shaking shit in the sec
Stoned face no regrets
Ready to take flight make a mess
On a skiball draw a tech
Bullets bee-lines hit his chest
Put a ball out to the test
Fatboy balled out to rest
Throwing up mak n I'm hitting the neck
Balling out he ain't give it his best
Boy strike out no amends
Twisting his fingers got him stretched
Who bound to ball? Who got next?
Choppa gon vent too take a breath
Spin at the wheel Alex trebeck
F*ck 24 boy spinned out met his death
Boys spinnin but no specs
Boys dissing but no rekk
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Bitch I'm uping this pole and it's no where to run
Spin thru the rose and I'm spinning for fun
Spot lil ocky put him in the trunk
Caught lj have him doing stunts
These niggas be capping and lying on my name
"Glahh"
But they put in no pain
Sin got packed
Turned him into a strain
Ski mask on I bet I hit that stain
I stand on my 10 toes till the end
Lil freak told her bring her friend
N we hop in a 4 door when we spin
Gotta pocket rocket call it lin
We gon put him up bullitin
Loose screw Ima go for the win
Outside never in
Don't front you get left in the wind
Don't front you get left in the wind
On the deuce smoking on sin
Where the skis never gon spin
Hop out the ride we throwing like 10
Like 5 for you and your friend
Chilling with apes you know we gon win
Free the bros that's locked in the pen
They was outside tryna catch them a-
Never backing down like bitch ima step
Spinning lurking counting every rep
N we acting for back doors jhonny depp
We the ones that be uppin the temp
Spin They side you won't see him again
Phew phew
Watch him drop when we bend
Stay 050 keep watch of ya friends
F*ck a link we ain't making amends
F*ck a link we ain't making a-
Don't talk till you see thru my lens
4.5 go straight thru ya benz
More life for the ones in the pen
Will I f*ck n the leave it depend
Like when you gon realize
See the the real lies
Of the one who don't know
Feeling on stuck N my heart is on cold
But im moving too bold
And im moving too cold
Catch lil acey you know ima throw glah
Yo tp, you know you a bitch
When I catch you better have your grip nigga
Ima back out the 40 bet that shit got a kick
Tryna hopout leave him on the strip
With my 2s we gon blitz
Throwin the deuce with the flick of the risk
Ill shot bet its leaving him sick
Im a hothead ready to hit
Tryna load lead In a blick go tricking out with a brick
Ima boss don lil bitch!
Boss don spartan beating my chest
Tacted up with a cadet
Niggas silver made in the flesh
Stomping shaking shit in the sec
Stoned face no regrets
Ready to take flight make a mess
On a skiball draw a tech
Bullets bee-lines hit his chest
Put a ball out to the test
Fatboy balled out to rest
Throwing up mak n I'm hitting the neck
Balling out he ain't give it his best
Boy strike out no amends
Twisting his fingers got him stretched
Who bound to ball? Who got next?
Choppa gon vent too take a breath
Spin at the wheel Alex trebeck
F*ck 24 boy spinned out met his death
Boys spinnin but no specs
Boys dissing but no rekk
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Spin thru the rose and I'm spinning for fun
Spot lil ocky put him in the trunk
Caught lj have him doing stunts
These niggas be capping and lying on my name
"Glahh"
But they put in no pain
Sin got packed
Turned him into a strain
Ski mask on I bet I hit that stain
I stand on my 10 toes till the end
Lil freak told her bring her friend
N we hop in a 4 door when we spin
Gotta pocket rocket call it lin
We gon put him up bullitin
Loose screw Ima go for the win
Outside never in
Don't front you get left in the wind
Don't front you get left in the wind
On the deuce smoking on sin
Where the skis never gon spin
Hop out the ride we throwing like 10
Like 5 for you and your friend
Chilling with apes you know we gon win
Free the bros that's locked in the pen
They was outside tryna catch them a-
Never backing down like bitch ima step
Spinning lurking counting every rep
N we acting for back doors jhonny depp
We the ones that be uppin the temp
Spin They side you won't see him again
Phew phew
Watch him drop when we bend
Stay 050 keep watch of ya friends
F*ck a link we ain't making amends
F*ck a link we ain't making a-
Don't talk till you see thru my lens
4.5 go straight thru ya benz
More life for the ones in the pen
Will I f*ck n the leave it depend
Like when you gon realize
See the the real lies
Of the one who don't know
Feeling on stuck N my heart is on cold
But im moving too bold
And im moving too cold
Catch lil acey you know ima throw glah
Yo tp, you know you a bitch
When I catch you better have your grip nigga
Ima back out the 40 bet that shit got a kick
Tryna hopout leave him on the strip
With my 2s we gon blitz
Throwin the deuce with the flick of the risk
Ill shot bet its leaving him sick
Im a hothead ready to hit
Tryna load lead In a blick go tricking out with a brick
Ima boss don lil bitch!
Boss don spartan beating my chest
Tacted up with a cadet
Niggas silver made in the flesh
Stomping shaking shit in the sec
Stoned face no regrets
Ready to take flight make a mess
On a skiball draw a tech
Bullets bee-lines hit his chest
Put a ball out to the test
Fatboy balled out to rest
Throwing up mak n I'm hitting the neck
Balling out he ain't give it his best
Boy strike out no amends
Twisting his fingers got him stretched
Who bound to ball? Who got next?
Choppa gon vent too take a breath
Spin at the wheel Alex trebeck
F*ck 24 boy spinned out met his death
Boys spinnin but no specs
Boys dissing but no rekk
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Writer: Mad Maz, Bam Deuce, Tdot 2oppy
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