Letras
Bout to load up and spin
We do this for the thrill
I got the button
He gon need a shield
I leave my phone when we go up the hill
Everytime that we spinned
It was blood getting spilled
I'm tryna catch me a B
F*** a deal
I can say what i want
Cuz I be on them drills
And imma rapper that be in the field
I can diss on whoever
Except who we killed
Thinking bout Rondell
Giving me chills
You better have it
This s*** getting real
We in the hot car
Looking for skrillz
Fat boy wanna shoot
Ain't no telling him chill
I'm on the block
Tryna run up a mill
He getting rocked
If he don't keep it trill
I wanna B
Give a f*** bout a deal
He said it ain't beef
But we on him still
Im the top opp
How the f*** could I lack
Dissing my dead mans
He getting clapped
We spin da B tryna make a new pack
Them boys ain't on s***
Where the f*** is they at
We in the west
Why the opps running laps
We caught HB'z
Then that n**** collapsed
Soon as he fell
He got beat with the strap
He was with his mans
But bro aint have his back
I'm from the S I put that on the map
You need some work
Then pull up to the trap
Don't want no lil n****
She know that they cap
She get what she wants
Because my pockets fat
His homie dead
Why the f*** is he trolling
It's time to spin
We suit up and now we rolling
Ran out of shots
And I ain't even knowing
Ain't give a f***
I was too busy throwing
Now he snoozing