Day1 - SPIN THE BLOCK (feat. Rooftop Boi & Deeg) Lyrics

Only move with my gang want smoke okay
Favorite color light white cocaine
Foreign bitch I forgot her name
Said she like my chain told her like your face
Yeah less with the talking let's cut to the chase
Won't bust inside imma do it on your face
How many hoes can I run through new drinking game
Next week need a new chick add another body
See my happy with a smile I'm like a flower Murakami
Get designer from Bodega see me flexing with the hottest
Gotta run it up into the top I'm trying to be modest
Gucci Dior and Celine that shit gon turn me to an artist
Ktown represent I'll cook you up I'll finish what you started
Day1 625 we pulling up they know we be the hottest
Don't be stepping like you cocky better know we got it on us
You a bitch compared to us I'm sorry I'm just being honest
F*ck with me imma end your day
Rooftop fame to show no grace
Love have folks dig their own damn graves
Had handful of bodies still catch no case
I love to keep my weed icy
Lace it with the speedy
Keep my demons in so I don't pop you with the blicky
This is how I go before I slap em with the jimmy
Cracked up skull but still keep my shoes shining
Make you dead to die like a death genie
Knock you out with my nunchuck's like I'm Bruce Lee
Need a bad bitch built like Chun Li
Chinese Kung Fu pop that pussy
Move in life just like dice tossing
Hit a triple 6 keep that bag chasing
I ain't got no time for day dreaming
It's 625 go f*ck the rest
They know we lit
They know we blessed
We chase our cheese but got no rats
We pushing M's
We speak in Slatt
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We might just go pull out the strap
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Lets go
Trapper for life
We sipping the Henny
I am so greedy I want all the pennies
Chasing the bags cause but am so steady
Got a small circle cause all of y'all petty
I just know that you're a hoe
You don't want me as your foe
Crying like you stubbed your toe
Bitches pack your things and go
Back in 625 we space 2
We out here getting litty
Bitches around me they all want my glizzy
Don't sleep on me I'm strapped with my blicky
You better be careful you better not trick me
Bands on my mind
Cash on my mind
I'm counting my digits
Up here y'all look like some motherf*cking midgets
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