Spin Again Video (MV)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
You wanna do this shit forever, you can't live with fear
Mm, mm
Man, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout smoke, you don't even need 'em 'round
Uh

Two straps on me when I walk in the club, can't tell me shit
Lil' bro gon' get a hundred thou' 'fore I put a dub on my wrist
I'll pay my dog 'fore I get a nigga to go do a hit
We ain't gon' never go out bad, I swear we do this shit
Go back broke, I'm movin' bricks
Big bro died, I ain't used to this
Jump out the whip, I'ma let off a hundred before I let them niggas do me in
Shit went left and it wasn't the plan
Back on the block with this fire in my hand
You slidin' or what? Nigga, what is you sayin'?
Too many shots, he ain't hit, bitch, you playin'
If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' again, again, and again, and again, and again
This shit ain't gon' never change
This shit gon' stay the same
Heard them niggas was speakin' from jail
Better off they could speak it from hell
Boy, them niggas some hoes, they get under pressure, they fold and speakin' to 12
Where you at? Bitch, I'm on your trail
Make a post, pop up, we there
And I know they ain't slingin' still
And I know they ain't gang for real
She be playin' like she gon' leave a nigga on that petty shit
We have sex, she be like, "Take it off," put on my necklace

I be strapped up with my weapon, bitch, I'm tryna stretch some shit
When I shoot, I bet your face gon' lift, don't need no vest for this (nah)
They be trippin', don't wanna let me in, this just my medicine
You don't feel me, bitch, I stand on ten, I was built for this

Two straps on me when I walk in the club, can't tell me shit
Lil' bro gon' get a hundred thou' 'fore I put a dub on my wrist
I'll pay my dog 'fore I get a nigga to go do a hit
We ain't gon' never go out bad, I swear we do this shit
Go back broke, I'm movin' bricks
Big bro died, I ain't used to this
Jump out the whip, I'ma let off a hundred before I let them niggas do me in
Shit went left and it wasn't the plan
Back on the block with this fire in my hand
You slidin' or what? Nigga, what is you sayin'?
Too many shots, he ain't hit, bitch, you playin'
If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' again, again, and again, and again, and again
This shit ain't gon' never change
This shit gon' stay the same
Heard them niggas was speakin' from jail
Better off they could speak it from hell
Boy, them niggas some hoes, they get under pressure, they fold and speakin' to 12
Where you at? Bitch, I'm on your trail
Make a post, pop up, we there
And I know they ain't slingin' still
And I know they ain't gang for real
She be playin' like she gon' leave a nigga on that petty shit
We have sex, she be like, "Take it off," put on my necklace

And when I'm done, it ain't no seconds, bitch, don't leave no evidence
She might tell you that she love you, she don't love you
They might tell you what you never get, so only trust you
You can't put trust in no 'nother nigga that wasn't never there
So when I die, it won't be no one with me, I'll just bring myself
See the hate all through your eyes, dog, you ain't never care
You can't say that you did shit for me, you show too much sympathy
'Member all that shit you said to me, what I would never be

Two straps on me when I walk in the club, can't tell me shit
Lil' bro gon' get a hundred thou' 'fore I put a dub on my wrist
I'll pay my dog 'fore I get a nigga to go do a hit
We ain't gon' never go out bad, I swear we do this shit
Go back broke, I'm movin' bricks
Big bro died, I ain't used to this
Jump out the whip, I'ma let off a hundred before I let them niggas do me in
Shit went left and it wasn't the plan
Back on the block with this fire in my hand
You slidin' or what? Nigga, what is you sayin'?
Too many shots, he ain't hit, bitch, you playin'
If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' again, again, and again, and again, and again
This shit ain't gon' never change
This shit gon' stay the same
Heard them niggas was speakin' from jail
Better off they could speak it from hell
Boy, them niggas some hoes, they get under pressure, they fold and speakin' to 12
Where you at? Bitch, I'm on your trail
Make a post, pop up, we there
And I know they ain't slingin' still
And I know they ain't gang for real
She be playin' like she gon' leave a nigga on that petty shit
We have sex, she be like, "Take it off," put on my necklace