Big spinnin (feat. Ace Rico)

Zombie Hours Exclusive

All this motherfuckin' pape

Could've been bussed down

Got killers on that level four

Waitin' till they touch them

We not a rock band, but all my **** whippin' drums out

And when I'm in sac

every **** around me got they thumbs down

Know what's up

**** know the reek

Not approachable

You can ask any second **** that I run into

In the condo

One dope count, hella blue

Still on the run

I'm gon' shit

I make the wrong moves

Stackin' hella bands

Play this shit how I'm posed to

Really legal bag

Only reason I use pro-tube

Boss ****

Hit Nimas

Buyin' what I want to

Catch a opp

Get on his ass like a horseshoe

Ayy

We got this city hot

They don't come around

Every time I see a sucker, I'ma thumb him down

Bitch, I'm tryna get paid

Fuck the runaround

Fuck around and find out

But only if you fuck around

Let a **** come and test my gangster

He gon' touch the ground

Man, these lil' **** hella broke

They never touch the pound

Beat a **** low down and make his engine touch the clouds

Play J. Roley lookin' nice

I'm finna bust it down

We got the stick

Make a call

Have him run you down

Put a eight up in this bitch

I don't really feel like comin' down

Slide on the opps

Then I'm chillin' at my cousin house

They be hella thick, but I won't hit

I'm finna fuck around

**** out here cuffin' hoes

My **** tryna slut him out

Pullin' up the north

After that, we goin' to the south

Hit the switch

Hydraulics

Make a **** foreign bounce

Ayy

We do the skit

We out

Big spinnin'

I ain't know who was doin' that

10 a mile

Fuck gang taps

I need my **** back

Smallest **** trippin' off the clique

But he gon' step

If I tell him, he gon' impact

He gon' step

I'm in the strip club tonight

Finna knock a **** bitch

Bitch bounce a hella ass on me

Said she feel a stick

Ain't no peace treaty with them ****

They know what it is

Any second runnin' to the reek

He better have a stick

He better have a stick

He better have a stick