Spin & Ben’n lyrics

[Intro]
(Play that back, Lucent)
(Timmy Da HitMan)

[Chorus]
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
My lil' n*gga just know come shoot sh*t up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
f*ck with this b*tch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type

[Verse 1]
Really rich, you can suck my di*k, get murdered, b*tch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murdеr sh*t, I ain't take the script and I read that
pus*y n*gga, just anothеr pack, aimin' out the Scat Pack where your head at
Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend
Got b*tches from the hood I lay my bed at, they bang 5
Why I went to war? 'Cause n*ggas tried the same hood where n*ggas died
No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised
Better tell the b*tch I'll take his life, better think about his mama cryin'
Come back with my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy and plus my bro just poured a five
Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, oh, man
Smoke some sh*t that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans
[Chorus]
Spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
My lil' n*gga just know come shoot sh*t up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glock, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
f*ck with this b*tch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type

[Verse 2]
Sick of all this fake sh*t, know they turn they back on me
n*gga know we face sh*t, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty b*tch gon' try to put the blame on me, stinky ho
I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road
Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm doggin' all these hoes
Real mack and tote that MAC, b*tch, I know you know it though
Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door
Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at b*tch on side the store
Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby ,woah, woah
One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along with the ho
I live alone, the b*tch'll stay just to be up in here with my bro
b*tch know that she can't stay, told her pack her sh*t, I gotta go to court

[Chorus]
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
[Outro]
(Play that back, Lucent)
(Timmy Da HitMan)