Letras
The homies on a vacation far away
Pull down the mask, I'm coming over
So many ops that I wanna spray
You know, I make these streets a little bit colder
I just wanna spin your block tonight, yeah, yeah
No biggie, you're gon' get big pop tonight
Got me in that fanning block too
So, when I slide you'll be in trouble
Lord, did these high lows up just for You?
Most of these fuckboys ride with under covers
I just wanna spin your block tonight, yeah, yeah
No biggie, you're gon' get big pop tonight
You know my hand's not shaking
I up the nine, it starts making sense
You drop the dime, we ain't playing
You 'bout to die, time to make amends (amends)
You know my hand's not shaking
I up the nine, it starts making sense
You drop the dime, we ain't playing
You 'bout to die, time to make amends
Barrel up the nine knocking at your door
You should remember what they told you
Snitches get stitches, bitch, that's for sure
You're gonna need a shoulder to cry on
I just wanna spin your block tonight, yeah, yeah
No biggie, you're gon' meet Tupac tonight
I just wanna spin your block tonight, yeah, yeah
No biggie, you're gon' meet Tupac tonight
I just wanna spin your block tonight, yeah, yeah
No biggie, you're gon' meet Tupac tonight
(Spin your block) I just wanna, I just wanna
(Spin your block) I just wanna, yeah
(Spin your block)
(Spin your block) yeah, yeah, I just wanna, I just wanna
(Spin your block) yeah, yeah, I just wanna, I just wanna
(Spin your block) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Spin your block)
(Spin your block) yeah, yeah
(Spin your block) I just wanna, I just wanna