Spin the Block 2 (feat. NLW Jordan)

Yeah, my homies spin the block and they don’t care about no witness

My brudda stand on what he said, don’t care about no disses

I’m dripping all this Saint Laurent, we hopping out straight Benz’s

They know that we gon’ spin the block, we standing on straight business

Ay, we gon’, we gon’, we gon’, we gon’

We gon’, we gon’, we gon’, spin the block

We gon’, we gon’, we gon’, we gon’

We gon’, we gon’, we gon’, spin the block

Rappers out here dissing on lil’ Keith, and I ain’t do a thang

We gon’ spin they block, and knock ‘em off, we hop out, blew his brain

If the police try to get me, we already threw the K’s

It’s too much that’s going on, I take to P’s to do the pain

Had to cut my partner off, I see that boy turn to a rat

All that crying that you doin’ ain’t gon’ get yo’ partner back

All that crying that you doing, boy get up

and get some pape

In this industry, I started learning all these rappers fake

Know these rappers they ain’t bout it, and my friends they turned to snakes

I know only God can judge me, you can’t judge me by my face

I’m the hardest in the Burg and can’t nobody say I’m not

You know buddy spin the block you ever speaking down on, shh

Why these rappers out here capping like they making bodies drop?

Don’t you know with all that talkin’ you can get yo mommy popped

Why these rappers out here talking like they killers but they not?

Why these rappers out here moving like we ain’t gon’ spin the block? Yeah, yeah

Why these rappers out here moving like we ain’t gon’ make it hot?

If they tryna spin our block, we gon’ make they partners drop

Boy, you know we in the Scat, me and Keith, we got the drop

If he try to run, then I’m gon’ tell my bro to up the Chop

Spinning through the P, G48 up in the car, I’m tryna fill ‘em

V8 gon’ hawk him down, where he goin? We tryna drill ‘em

These rappers acting like they killers ‘till we come and get ‘em

You try to spin, we spin again, they know we come in rentals, uh

I got some money in my pocket, know I’m tryna spend it

I got a Glock that’s on the side of my Amiri denim

We got the drop, we load the Chop, they know we tryna flip ‘em

And all the oppas know we spinnin’, they can’t duck the switches

I’m tryna split his face forreal, I told my boys to drop ‘em

I’m getting everything I want, but I ain’t tryna pop it

You know I’m sending all my people, they pull up and hawk ‘em

And once I tell them boys to go, you know that you can’t stop ‘em, gang