Spinnin' (Pt. 2)

(It's Kosfinger, baby)

(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)

Fuck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em

I told bro just to pass me the boulder

I don't know how they dissing my deads, like

All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead

Jayrip, Nazzy, C-Hii, Blay

All of them niggas is dead in a grave

That's on bro, niggas got me on hots

I told BBG, "Pass me the chop, I'ma flock"

Don't forget that it's still free 30

Always on court, 14 on my jersey

See the Gz I'ma clear out the scene

Smokin' on Dummy, got put on a tee

Like, all Amiri, on my body

Fuck that I've just been smoking on Lotti

On court tryna' make every basket

Catch a 9Raq then I'ma get to clappin' (like)

They know I keep a heater for all of my opps

And we spinnin' if we get the drop

They know we winning they easy to pop

We addicted to sinning and squeezing them Glocks

They spun the B now we beating they block

This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot (like)

Bro let it sing, make 'em bleed with a chop

We gon' bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot

They wanna flock now they wanna track me

Can't no opp ever say that he lack me

Dada kept rappin', got jumped and they clapped em'

Shit up and that's the casket (like)

I stay with a gun, we don't do no lackin'

You can run, either way, I'ma blast

You ain't blow that lil' nigga pass (like)

Close we throw that like we ain't matchin' like (like, like)

Fuck Diddy, yeah, I stay on that shit

If I catch me a goon, I'ma flare out the whip

.45 for this money, yeah, I stay with a grip

I know an opp that got shot in his leg

And the other one died in a whip

That could never be me, I would've upped my blick

(Grrah, grrah, graah, grrah, grrah) like, like

We tryna catch one, head out the V (like)

And we spun in they flame made em' fell on they feet (like, like)

I know a opp, he was here for me (like)

Almost died to bitches tryna get some cheeks (like)

It's a new nigga dissin' every week

Niggas ain't do shit, they be sayin' it's beef (like)

I keep my lead every day of the week

Nigga why is you scared if you up in these streets?

Fuck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em

I told bro just to pass me the boulder

I don't know how they dissing my deads, like

All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead

Know I keep a heater for all of my opps

And we spinnin' if we get the drop

They know we winning they easy to pop

We addicted to sinning and squeezing them Glocks