Spin the Block - 22gz, Kodak Black

Word to mother, we tote blicks, I got hella opps

Headshot, face shot, if them rakes is dropped

ABC and PIX11, yellow tape the block

That pussy, I’ma punish that

Them blickys, I’m in love with that

Tuck it like a running back, we throwin' like some quarterbacks

Choppers like a lumberjack, hell nah, I ain’t with none of that

Say some shit, they run with that, got Dracos with the drum attached

Take a spin, let’s go kill an opp (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Hollow tips eat up his liver, they know how we pop

It ain’t safe, yeah, we spin a lot

Broad day, head tap, I done killed a lot

Sellin' packs by the laundromat (Laundromat)

Once I get up out the hood, I ain’t comin' back (Never)

But I still keep a blicky, I ain’t done with that

Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I’ma punish that (Yeah, yeah)

And if I miss, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

Even if I hit, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

If I miss, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

Run up on him with the blick, I’ma let it flop

I don’t know about them, I don’t know about y’all, but I’ma keep a Glock

Don’t play with me, I swear 'fore God I’ll get a nigga shot

And I can’t let you hold the rod, I don’t know what you 'bout

See, I be runnin' with the squad 'cause we all we got

Me and 22Gz hit your scene, sprayin' .223's

I’m just tryna beat, when I skeet, baby, you can leave

I can’t even see, all this blood in my eyes

Let me in the club with my gun, that’s my ID

Damn, how the fuck I’m in a Jag' and I’m sniping?

Yeah

Hit your block with no tag and no high beams

Sniper Gang, boy, you know who got your nigga popped

Broad day, don’t check, I done killed a lot

Sellin' packs by the laundromat (Laundromat)

Once I get up out the hood, I ain’t comin' back (Never)

But I still keep a blicky, I ain’t done with that

Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I’ma punish that (Yeah, yeah)

And if I miss, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

Even if I hit, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

If I miss, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

Run up on him with the blick, I’ma let it flop

If he act up, we gon' spin his block, make it hot (Make it hot)

Everything litty, Henny in the spot (In the spizzy), I got knots

Got the gang with me, they know how we rockin' (Gang, gang, gang)

I got aim with it, blickys get to poppin'

I keep one up in the head, run up on him, he ain’t dead

Valentinos, a few racks, oh yeah, y’all ain’t did that yet (Racks, racks, racks)

I love runnin' up these bands, gettin' money, need that cheddar (Bands, bands,

bands)

I got Flatbush on my back, FTO, don’t get caught slippin'

Early mornin' and we fishin', I’m tryna catch a victim

Switch the plates up on the Civic, we purging, tryna kill him

Beat my charges, now it’s litty

Gang gang, they comin' with me (Gang, gang, gang)

The gang, they comin' with me

Sellin' packs by the laundromat (Laundromat)

Once I get up out the hood, I ain’t comin' back (Never)

But I still keep a blicky, I ain’t done with that

Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I’ma punish that (Yeah, yeah)

And if I miss, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

Even if I hit, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

If I miss, I’ma spin the block (Spin the block)

Run up on him with the blick, I’ma let it flop