3/23 Spin Cycle

Bow

Yea

Aint shit green on this side we stop signs

Yea we stop signs

Bitch yea

3/23 shit boy

P-B-K the nation, use that stick or get it taken

Could learn you something with them shots, sit back, I'ma demonstrate it

I could orchestrate a lick and get you picked off broad day

Headyoungin Me and 3

All pistols, ain't no dracs

Park the car in the alley, know I gotta stay focused

I just finished the wood, so you know that I'm loaded

Swang the door, hop out, we on feet

Keep your head low when you creep, ain't no talking

Use sign language for the speak

Front line in they section, where they at, ain't outside

Swang through they hood, five days straight, no, I ain't lying

Jay then sent them warning shots, tell him, stop that hiding

I guess them boys put up

Back to the hood where I reside

Call my brother Mike for a couple ounces of that pressure

Finna flip it and stack that up

For them hard times to make it better

Lil' mama like how I handle business, say that make her wetter

Finna raw that pussy out, I'm going hard and I can't let up

That liquor got you feeling reckless, boy, you better stop it

Got the whole gang in this bitch ready to get it popping

And let a nigga flinch go with my move, it ain't no option

So many guns firing, you don't even know who's shot em

Me Jay and 3 thuggin' on that backstreet

Pussy nigga trying to check something, finna find out this shit ain't sweet

I ain't copping up to no pressure , I ain't coping out to no streets

If a nigga want that action, leave his feet up when we meet

Yeah, say what you want do

I'm in, this bitch

I'll put that bitch straight up on you

Tired of fuckin on them bitches that I be fucking, that's old news

Better have yo glizzy with extensions when I roll through

Nah, I said shawty throw that ass, yeah

Just throw it back, yeah

Throw it for a gangsta , yeah

Just let it clap, yeah

A 9mm in my fucking pocket, yeah

And I'll let it blow, pussy bitch, I hit his head

And once I flash on em they gon' wanna call the feds

And you ain't touching Ran, pussy bitch, I'll leave you dead

Shawty say she fucking with me while I'm off the meds

You know I'm full of drank yeah, I just poured up red

I'm off of casamigos

And I'm in this bitch, booted up with some freak hoes

And these bullet chew you up like some fucking Fritos

And I'm just trying to get paid like I'm fucking Nino

And I got RJ with me right on side, nigga bet not fuck with that

If them niggas dont wanna box and start shooting, then I'm bustin', back

And I'm clutchin on like 50 shots, its just me and Rugrat

You blowing up that hoe phone while I'm jamming in her cat

MBK, nigga copped out to that smoke he pussy cat

I got RJ in this bitch, I told him to light up that that yea

I had crashed the whip, I can't lie, that shit fucked up my leg

Pussy bitch, aint never blow his stick yea I'm talking bout Kev

Got my youngins out the house to try to go and slide

Masked up, down to go an catch a nigga slipping

Got a 50 on this bitch, I bet he stop the tripping

Running so fast, you know that bitch is likely slippin

I'm hanging out the back window with a .223

Nigga better not pull on side me ill stop him like a stop sign

Now he wearin a shit bag

Now he mad like he on his period

I stand on business everywhere I go

Don't say a word

Man, these niggas out here tellin

How the fuck a nigga cop out , and he wasn't even reppin

Nigga shot my cousin, and think that he was stepping

Nigga, you went broad day, killers step at night

On 3/23 I promise we gonna make shit right

I promise we gonna make shit right