Spin lyrics

[Intro]
Yaaight (Angel Heaven Sent)

[Hook]
Did you ready go to war but forget your stick
Them n*ggas never outside, they just snap pics
I got ice kill nina, she a bad b*tch
n*ggas don't want static - he want smoke, let him have it

n*ggas better get with their program
It's a Glock party in this b*tch, baby pole dance
He ain't never coming back, brodie gone man
If he trippin, we take his soul then

[Verse 1]
Ion really use my voice, I rather use a halo
If a n*gga want smoke he won't see tomorrow
Big chop - knock a n*gga out his f*ckin [?]
I looked up to money Meech - that n*gga el chapo

Yo b*tch wanna f*ck on mе cus she know I'm heem
Whenevеr time we see their block we just gotta spin
I watch Mei Ling leave her house, then we go robbing
They never spin and them n*ggas know what spot I'm in

That Buddha round my neck the reason I can't never miss
That [?] n*ggas were once called out friends
He keep asking "what are we?" but I don't speak french
I fell in love with Benjamin, he my best friend
[Hook]
Did you ready go to war but forget your stick
Them n*ggas never outside, they just snap pics
I got ice kill nina, she a bad b*tch
n*ggas don't want static - he want smoke, let him have it

n*ggas better get with their program
It's a Glock party in this b*tch, baby pole dance
He ain't never coming back, brodie gone man
If he trippin, we take his soul then

[Verse 2]
She f*ckin me cus I been playing with chinks
Skinny n*gga but there is Glock on my hip
I got tired of being broke - I went to flock for my wrist
He traumatized [?] blocks that we spin

She can't help it, she f*ck with the gang
She like "Daddy, I like Buddha on your chain"
Ion wanna chit-chat, lil baby, tell her to bend
I make money and smoke blunts for the pain

Ion wanna sip out your cup cus I like my sprite dirty
If the boys search up my car - the judge giving me 30
Lil baby, Ima baller so do you really deserve me?
She fell in love cus I hit her after perky
[Hook]
Did you ready go to war but forget your stick
Them n*ggas never outside, they just snap pics
I got ice kill nina, she a bad b*tch
n*ggas don't want static - he want smoke, let him have it

n*ggas better get with their program
It's a Glock party in this b*tch, baby pole dance
He ain't never coming back, brodie gone man
If he trippin, we take his soul then