Lyrics
Aye it's Fayce in this bitch
Y'all already know
Gang with me
Bang with me
Bow
Bow
Spinnin and Winning
I see a opp in the spot
You know imma boom him
You know imma bang em
Runtz in the blunt when I clutch
If that boy movin wocky
We turn him to dust
You **** is 12
Andrew Luck
We smoke on the opps
Buy a zip and a dutch
When I'm high
Yeah I don't give a fuck
So don't look too hard
I might turn you to lunch
Chance he got stained for the packs
Tried chasing it down
But he won't get it back
40s with beams
Yeah we strapped
Wherever we move
Yeah we can never lack
Disrespect me
You get pacced
Got shooters for hire
Just throw them a check
Give a fuck
If he wearing a vest
My shooters they trained
To shoot at ya neck
He a opp
We goin put him to rest
Got 1 on the board
So we smoke for the stress'
Yo bitch she a opp
Giving neck
She popped in the club
She showing her chest
Zay he my muddy
My brody
He spun off on Shaggy
For Pounds of the OG
Dae he my dog
He my roadie
Don't speak on his name
You'll get smoked
Like some dosie
I'm getting hot with the team
You gang or a opp
It is no in between
Mixing the sprite
With the lean
Bro fading off cause
He popped him a bean
Got the glock
Imma let it sing
That boy he a veggie
We put him to sleep
Getting money
I split with the team
I got it
They got it
The fuck did you think
Bow
Aye
Every block spinned ****
No stone unturned ****
And I gotta ride
With that nina
That bitch
She a goofy
She think imma eat her
You **** is stuck in the bleachers
I ball with the pros
And I hang with the tweakers
He think Im a rapper
He dummy
We stomp that boy out
Cause Im feeling too muddy
When I got the ice
Do not touch me
We shoot at his cap
If he think that he want me
She's a treesh
She wanna fuck me
But imma pop on her
If she tryna line me
Opps lurking
They tryna find me
They better be careful
I shoot like Im Kyrie
Spinning they block
For a mele
We caught that boy lackin
He ran like he Day Day
You **** is mooks
Like you Tae Tae
When I blick my glock
It got kick like its Pele
Stalking the opps on the gram
If they talking tough
We going spin on the same day
She sucking me dry
She likes face paint
She goin fuck my mans
Cause she know how the gang play
Smoking backwoods
In the gangway
We walk with them sticks
Cause we not bout that play play
So do not run up
Cause Im ready to blow
And Im doing the race
Like Im Tay K
Aye you already know man
Its Fayce in this bitch
Spinning and winning
Spinning and winning
Written by: Ryan N.