Spinna

[Intro: glaive] Hi, Dopa, haha [Chorus: kurtains] Ching that cunt Got a spinna to his throat Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this, he-e-e Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e Ching that cunt Got a spinna to his throat Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this, he-e-e Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e (Give me that) [Verse 1: glaive] I'm not even jokin' when I say that 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 talkin' '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 [Verse 2: Wido] Racks in my wallet, can't fold Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control Yeah, he talkin' shit, so we wipin' his nose She got inside me, jump out of 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-no [Verse 3: ericdoa] I-I-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) Ayy, who's that coming? D.O.A What you do? Run away Need pa-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 Got a couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me I cannot be friendly Get them racks and plenty Don't get happy endin' You're stuck on pretending, yeah [Chorus: kurtains] Ching that cunt Got a spinna to his throat Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this, he-e-e Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e Ching that cunt Got a spinna to his throat Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this, he-e-e Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e (Oh, oh, oh) [Verse 4: ONE YEAR] I've been goin' stupid, goin' mental Lil' boy said you in the friend zone Shi-Shiny teeth fitted in my dental Fuck a studio, record in my bedroom Feel like kketamine by the way I've been racin' 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 facelift, Dior on my fragrance [Verse 5: angelus] Hold up, y-y-you just want a piece of me Thirteen rounds in this Glizzy, I ain't talking 'bout Felicity (Sheesh!) Talking shit all the time, lil' bro, you can't be friends with me I've 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 my commas Everybody movin' mad fun, I don't care about the drama I got hoes on my DM's, I ain't talking 'bout Mo Bamba All black on my fit, yeah, bro, that's my favourite colour [Verse 6: kuru] Fuck this, I ain't dealin' with your bullshit Know you're actin' goofy, so I'm emptying a full clip On your head, I wish that I was dead And I don't wanna speak at all I don't like to talk unless it's in my favour Trying somethin' new, I ain't fuckin' with the flavour 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 behaviour [Verse 7: kurtains] Eyes on you, you got eyes on me Shoutout quinn, SS03 With Olly, I'm with Kwuzi Rolling off your body (Hee, hee, hee, huh?) Bitch, I'm laughing 'cause you funny Bitch-made bitch, you're a bitch Talkin' shit, bitch ass bitch And nothing else coming out your mouth But a Glick and a dick (Shut up) You ain't talking when I ching that cunt [Chorus: kurtains] Got a spinna to his throat Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this, he-e-e Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e Ching that cunt Got a spinna to his throat Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this, he-e-e Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e [Outro] Uh, uh Mommworld