GINE GINE lyrics

[Intro: Donz Stacks]
Alright ([?], you poppin' your sh*t, n*gga)
Ayo, Giné, Giné, huh?
K1K, huh?
Alright ([?], you poppin' your sh*t, n*gga), huh?

[Verse 1: Donz Stacks]
Ayo, Giné, Giné, can't get caught on replay
Spin his block up with the knocker, n*ggas know how we play
And we spin with tres eight, we gon' spin 'em tres ways
n*ggas touchin' one of mines, we gon' spin the same day
And we get back, get back, n*ggas know we with that
n*ggas say they get it back in blood, they never did that
I ain't with the chit-chat, all you hear is click-clack
n*ggas wanna flex up, we hit 'em in his six-pack (Huh?)

[Verse 2: K.I & 6ix9ine]
We been some demons way before we heard Chicago music
Shootin' n*ggas broad day, we don't need drugs to do it (Facts)
I'ma up it, I'ma boom it, n*ggas know I do this (Facts)
Call your looters, call your shooters, I'll f*ckin' loot 'em (Huh?)
b*tch, it's Giné, Giné, Giné, n*ggas shootin (Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné)
If we ain't invitеd to the party, then we comе and shoot it
n*ggas know we get back, n*ggas know we do this
Shoot him right in his brain, leave a n*gga clueless
[Verse 3: Dollo & 6ix9ine]
I be buggin', b*tch, I'm thuggin', who gon' say I'm frontin'?
Put me an O on the drill and n*ggas know we comin' (Facts)
I just came home from a shooting and I'ma still up it
We gettin' money, these n*ggas hate, but their b*tches love it
Gang sh*t, b*tch, you know I ride with who I came with
I'm sayin' sh*t, I grew up around a couple gangsters
I'm patient, I'ma tape it, I'ma get you laid up

[Verse 4: Donz Stacks]
Huh?
Yeah, I'm ballin', don't do no talkin'
This coulda shot ya, when we walkin'
Oh, he talkin', we gon' spark him
We just spinnin', just like revolvers
And my lil' hood b*tch love the Benihanas
Yeah, she steppin' in designer, I bought her Prada
D.A. sayin' that we shot 'em, I know your honour
Got her singin' na-na-na-na, she no Rihanna
And them n*ggas with the drama, we give 'em drama
And we spinnin' with the knockers, we shoot your block up
And we sayin' "Make it hot", well, we gon' make it hotter
In the 'Rari or the Lamb truck, we smokin' ganja
All you hear is fa-fa, like n*gga, fa-fa
And ya boy is goin' baba, like rock-a-bye-bye
Slidin' up in O'Block, we gon' hit his māthā
In the party drunk with Giné, [?]
[Outro: 6ix9ine]
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné