spinna - Wido, Ericdoa, Angelus

Check that count

Got a spinna to his throat

Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Check that count

Got a spinna to his throat

Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Gimme that!

I’m not even joking when I say I don’t need her

At least I got a fuckin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up

I’m with Kurtains, I’m with Wido, in the back, we got a heater

I’m with pposture, I’m with p4rkr, I ain’t talking 'bout no Peter

I don’t like the confrontation, I’m a fan of conversations

Talk your shit bro, I ain’t breaking

Look at me, my drink, she laced it

Racks in my wallet, can’t fold

And I’m off the horse, so I start to lose control

Yeah, he talkin' shit, so we wiping his nose

They got inside me, jumping out the fourth floor

'Bout to take my life, I’m going real low

Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow

Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no

Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no

I got a game we could play, Russian Roulette

I’m ending lives, ain’t no russian, now his crew’s dead

Yeah, these pills, they got me tired

Call up Wido, I’m taking back cover fire

John

Aye, who’s that coming?

DOA

What you do?

Run away

Need pack, pack, ándale

Think I’m scared?

No way

I’m sending bullets, both ways

Shut, the fuck, up and protect me

Tried to break inside of Hell, but my angels wouldn’t let me

I got one gold bullet, if you try to fucking tempt me

Gotta couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me

I cannot be friendly

Get them racks, and plenty

Don’t get happy, endings

You’re stuck on, pretending, yeah

Check that count

Got a spinna to his throat

Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Check that count

Got a spinna to his throat

Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pack on me

I’ve been going stupid, going mental

Lil boy sad, you in the friend-zone

Shiny teeth fitted in my dental

Fuck a studio, recorded in my bedroom

Feel like KKetamine by the way I be racing

Don’t hit my DM, if you don’t got payment

I don’t like to wait, yeah, I’m so impatient

I’ma need a face lift, Dior on my fragrance

Hold up, you just wan’t a piece of me

13 Rounds in this Glizzy, I ain’t talking 'bout Felicity

Talking shit all the time, lil bro, you can’t be friends with me

I been up for a minute, with the gang, it’s so clear to see

I don’t care 'bout your feelings bro, I just want the commas

Everybody moving mad fun, I don’t care about the drama

I got hoes on my Dms, I ain’t talking 'bout Mo Bamba

All black on my fit, yeah bro, that’s my favorite color

Fuck this, I ain’t fuckin' with your bullshit

Know you act stupid so I’m emptying a full clip

On your head, I wish that I was dead

'Cause I don’t wanna speak at all

I’m not downing the sight, unless it’s in my favor

Trying something new, I ain’t fucking with the flavor

Yeah, you’re goin' out sad, please don’t try to chase her

And I’m posted in a cell, I don’t care 'bout good behavior

Eyes on you, you got eyes on me

Shoutout Quinn, SS03

With, I’m with Kwuzi

Rolling off your body (Hee, hee, hee) Huh?

Bitch I’m laughing 'cause you funny

This made this, your, this, talking shit

Bitch ass, bitch

And nothing else coming at your mouth, but a Glick (And a dick)

You ain’t talking, when I’m checking that count

Check that count

Got a spinna to his throat

Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Check that count

Got a spinna to his throat

Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Mommworld