Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
I'm gettin hella high
I call my wo yeah he on go I know he down to slide
You wanna be up in these streets you better pay the price
To make it out yo situation gotta sacrifice
You better watch yo every move cuz they'll take your life
Then grab a wood and then some kush and roll u like some dice
That bitch couldve came with me to this paradise
But did me slimey now my heart is colder than some ice
I let that yoppa ride
That boy mad cuz his ole lady ride me like a rodeo
She do ha thing she get to shaking like she caught the holy ghost
I swear the opps be scared of smoke
On the net doing the most
I dive in go coast to coast
Burn a nigga like some taste aye
Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
We make his momma cry
I swear to god we ain't ducking no smoke
Call up lil cj he turn u to a ghost
Call up k murda I know he gone blow
My niggas be really be totting them thangs
Pull up I'm whacking yo brain
They say mack why u so insane?
I said bitch leave me alone
Cuz I got pain on my shoulders
Feek like I'm lifting a bolder
And my momma raised a young soilder
Ill put a pussy nigga on a poster
I'll burn a pussy nigga no toaster
Gas real f*cking loud smell the odor
Hit da dash might f*ck up da motor
And I ain't playin no games with em
Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
Mack Dollaz - I SPY Lyrics
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Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
I'm gettin hella high
I call my wo yeah he on go I know he down to slide
You wanna be up in these streets you better pay the price
To make it out yo situation gotta sacrifice
You better watch yo every move cuz they'll take your life
Then grab a wood and then some kush and roll u like some dice
That bitch couldve came with me to this paradise
But did me slimey now my heart is colder than some ice
I let that yoppa ride
That boy mad cuz his ole lady ride me like a rodeo
She do ha thing she get to shaking like she caught the holy ghost
I swear the opps be scared of smoke
On the net doing the most
I dive in go coast to coast
Burn a nigga like some taste aye
Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
We make his momma cry
I swear to god we ain't ducking no smoke
Call up lil cj he turn u to a ghost
Call up k murda I know he gone blow
My niggas be really be totting them thangs
Pull up I'm whacking yo brain
They say mack why u so insane?
I said bitch leave me alone
Cuz I got pain on my shoulders
Feek like I'm lifting a bolder
And my momma raised a young soilder
Ill put a pussy nigga on a poster
I'll burn a pussy nigga no toaster
Gas real f*cking loud smell the odor
Hit da dash might f*ck up da motor
And I ain't playin no games with em
Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
I'm gettin hella high
I call my wo yeah he on go I know he down to slide
You wanna be up in these streets you better pay the price
To make it out yo situation gotta sacrifice
You better watch yo every move cuz they'll take your life
Then grab a wood and then some kush and roll u like some dice
That bitch couldve came with me to this paradise
But did me slimey now my heart is colder than some ice
I let that yoppa ride
That boy mad cuz his ole lady ride me like a rodeo
She do ha thing she get to shaking like she caught the holy ghost
I swear the opps be scared of smoke
On the net doing the most
I dive in go coast to coast
Burn a nigga like some taste aye
Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
We make his momma cry
I swear to god we ain't ducking no smoke
Call up lil cj he turn u to a ghost
Call up k murda I know he gone blow
My niggas be really be totting them thangs
Pull up I'm whacking yo brain
They say mack why u so insane?
I said bitch leave me alone
Cuz I got pain on my shoulders
Feek like I'm lifting a bolder
And my momma raised a young soilder
Ill put a pussy nigga on a poster
I'll burn a pussy nigga no toaster
Gas real f*cking loud smell the odor
Hit da dash might f*ck up da motor
And I ain't playin no games with em
Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll em in a raw
Cuz I spy
Goofy niggas hating on me I dont know why
They ain't smoking but I swear the opps be so high
Run down on a nigga we ain't doing drive by's
We make his momma cry
Writer: Maurice Mack
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