Spin, spin, spin, spin
Yeah, Big Mark, he gon' step like a toe Yeah, ayy
Say I stay on the grind, gotta touch me a mill like Meek swing the drac better pick up your feet
Said I'm in the hood, lil' Bob, push the pack through the East Like a hundred some, shots out the Jeep
I won't fold under pressure, I beat up the pack like a wrestler I hit from the back with the Glock on the dresser
Try to spin on the block, he gon' leave on a stretcher Ayy light on his head since he thinkin' he clever
Free Jimmy, up the stick, I'ma shoot till it's empty send the lo, got no time for the dissin
They seek for attention, these niggas be bitches Till I, till I put him on skates like it's roll bounce
Say he think he the shit with a pole now Momma say I live fast, gotta slow it down
Want a bo, gotta come with the whole amount Walk him down, I won't tolerate disrespect
Wake up, just do it like Nike and get a check You gon' die, reachin' for my neck
Swing the block with a mop and a broom, tryna leave a mess Nigga foul, so I gotta tech
I'ma play this shit cool, take him down, since he love to flex
Spin the block, put that boy to rest No cap, I'ma ride for my dawg like I'm Johnny Test
But Ayy, that's how it be, my patna nem blood But I throw up a C, said I'm thuggin' down bottom
I posted with D, how lil bruh tryna heat with his pockets on E
How lil bruh tryna heat with his pockets on empty Gotta watch how I move in the life that I'm livin
Gotta watch for your patna these niggas be envy lil bruh goin' dumb, put a box on the glizzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, 30 Gang, bitch, we undefeated
Post up on the block from the morning to evening Put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jezzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, I'ma blow, no, I don't need a reason
And I play with them racks like, serenas I just want the Jacksons like Mike, bitch, beat it
Rockin' out like I'm a rockstar with your nigga, he rockin, goyard
Real pretty, bitch, my flow hard, designer drip, and y'all watch, y'all so flaw
I'm so fresh and so raw, y'all fugazi, bitches ain't got no pape
Hoes gotta stay with a nigga just to have a bed and a place to stay
Bitch, you ain't nothin, you a loser, nigga want me
He a chooser, mak him eat it good, like noodles I'm so cold, ooh, come cooler, Michael Jackson beat it
Come do it, clack, clack, f*ck, I bang to it Michael Jackson beat it, come do it, clack, clack, f*ck, I bang to it
Okay, now beat it, beat it, 30 gang, bitch, we undefeated
Post up on the block from the morning to evening Put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jezzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, I'ma blow, no, I don't need a reason
And I play with them racks like, serenas I just want the Jacksons like Mike, bitch, beat it
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Spin, spin, spin, spin
Yeah, Big Mark, he gon' step like a toe Yeah, ayy
Say I stay on the grind, gotta touch me a mill like Meek swing the drac better pick up your feet
Said I'm in the hood, lil' Bob, push the pack through the East Like a hundred some, shots out the Jeep
I won't fold under pressure, I beat up the pack like a wrestler I hit from the back with the Glock on the dresser
Try to spin on the block, he gon' leave on a stretcher Ayy light on his head since he thinkin' he clever
Free Jimmy, up the stick, I'ma shoot till it's empty send the lo, got no time for the dissin
They seek for attention, these niggas be bitches Till I, till I put him on skates like it's roll bounce
Say he think he the shit with a pole now Momma say I live fast, gotta slow it down
Want a bo, gotta come with the whole amount Walk him down, I won't tolerate disrespect
Wake up, just do it like Nike and get a check You gon' die, reachin' for my neck
Swing the block with a mop and a broom, tryna leave a mess Nigga foul, so I gotta tech
I'ma play this shit cool, take him down, since he love to flex
Spin the block, put that boy to rest No cap, I'ma ride for my dawg like I'm Johnny Test
But Ayy, that's how it be, my patna nem blood But I throw up a C, said I'm thuggin' down bottom
I posted with D, how lil bruh tryna heat with his pockets on E
How lil bruh tryna heat with his pockets on empty Gotta watch how I move in the life that I'm livin
Gotta watch for your patna these niggas be envy lil bruh goin' dumb, put a box on the glizzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, 30 Gang, bitch, we undefeated
Post up on the block from the morning to evening Put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jezzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, I'ma blow, no, I don't need a reason
And I play with them racks like, serenas I just want the Jacksons like Mike, bitch, beat it
Rockin' out like I'm a rockstar with your nigga, he rockin, goyard
Real pretty, bitch, my flow hard, designer drip, and y'all watch, y'all so flaw
I'm so fresh and so raw, y'all fugazi, bitches ain't got no pape
Hoes gotta stay with a nigga just to have a bed and a place to stay
Bitch, you ain't nothin, you a loser, nigga want me
He a chooser, mak him eat it good, like noodles I'm so cold, ooh, come cooler, Michael Jackson beat it
Come do it, clack, clack, f*ck, I bang to it Michael Jackson beat it, come do it, clack, clack, f*ck, I bang to it
Okay, now beat it, beat it, 30 gang, bitch, we undefeated
Post up on the block from the morning to evening Put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jezzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, I'ma blow, no, I don't need a reason
And I play with them racks like, serenas I just want the Jacksons like Mike, bitch, beat it
Yeah, Big Mark, he gon' step like a toe Yeah, ayy
Say I stay on the grind, gotta touch me a mill like Meek swing the drac better pick up your feet
Said I'm in the hood, lil' Bob, push the pack through the East Like a hundred some, shots out the Jeep
I won't fold under pressure, I beat up the pack like a wrestler I hit from the back with the Glock on the dresser
Try to spin on the block, he gon' leave on a stretcher Ayy light on his head since he thinkin' he clever
Free Jimmy, up the stick, I'ma shoot till it's empty send the lo, got no time for the dissin
They seek for attention, these niggas be bitches Till I, till I put him on skates like it's roll bounce
Say he think he the shit with a pole now Momma say I live fast, gotta slow it down
Want a bo, gotta come with the whole amount Walk him down, I won't tolerate disrespect
Wake up, just do it like Nike and get a check You gon' die, reachin' for my neck
Swing the block with a mop and a broom, tryna leave a mess Nigga foul, so I gotta tech
I'ma play this shit cool, take him down, since he love to flex
Spin the block, put that boy to rest No cap, I'ma ride for my dawg like I'm Johnny Test
But Ayy, that's how it be, my patna nem blood But I throw up a C, said I'm thuggin' down bottom
I posted with D, how lil bruh tryna heat with his pockets on E
How lil bruh tryna heat with his pockets on empty Gotta watch how I move in the life that I'm livin
Gotta watch for your patna these niggas be envy lil bruh goin' dumb, put a box on the glizzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, 30 Gang, bitch, we undefeated
Post up on the block from the morning to evening Put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jezzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, I'ma blow, no, I don't need a reason
And I play with them racks like, serenas I just want the Jacksons like Mike, bitch, beat it
Rockin' out like I'm a rockstar with your nigga, he rockin, goyard
Real pretty, bitch, my flow hard, designer drip, and y'all watch, y'all so flaw
I'm so fresh and so raw, y'all fugazi, bitches ain't got no pape
Hoes gotta stay with a nigga just to have a bed and a place to stay
Bitch, you ain't nothin, you a loser, nigga want me
He a chooser, mak him eat it good, like noodles I'm so cold, ooh, come cooler, Michael Jackson beat it
Come do it, clack, clack, f*ck, I bang to it Michael Jackson beat it, come do it, clack, clack, f*ck, I bang to it
Okay, now beat it, beat it, 30 gang, bitch, we undefeated
Post up on the block from the morning to evening Put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jezzy
Okay, now beat it, beat it, I'ma blow, no, I don't need a reason
And I play with them racks like, serenas I just want the Jacksons like Mike, bitch, beat it
Writer: Markevion Mitchell
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