Spin Thru The Mitch lyrics

[Intro: Jah Woo]
(Young Madz)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga
Suck my di*k
Every opp shot
Everythin' dead, n*gga
Grrah

[Verse 1: Jah Woo]
How can I lack if I keep me a heat?
With the .40, I move in discreet
Uppin' them rakes, we gon' put you to sleep
Spin on the opps just for mentionin' T
Bend though the Mitch tryna catch me a P

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Like, I can't f*ck if that b*tch is a keet
I'm with Sheik, he gon' reverse the V
Like, if he lack, we gon' put him to sleep
Yo, Guap put the beam on his chin
Spin through the Mitch and I'm lettin' off six
If I don't got the gun, he get beat with my fist
Damn, lil' Metrii ran on his birthday
Caught his mans, started runnin' him over
FJ a b*tch, he got put on the floor
Ten deep, made him run out the store
Metrii got hit with a four by four
Legs in the telly, they get it real deady
Let's get high, like, up that Melly
[Verse 3: Jah Woo & Jenn Carter]
No, I can't lack and can't go out like Melly
n*ggas was buff, but got hit in his belly
Uppin' them rakes and I'm sendin' out two
f*ck Lu Blixky, he got sent to the moon
Off the Wocky, don't know what to do
Off the Wocky, I'm not in the mood
And b*tches get hit too
Thinkin' sh*t sweet, she get shot through the dimple

[Verse 4: Jah Woo, GBG Sheik, Kyle Richh, & Jenn Carter]
And Melly got shot at his dental
Edot, all in my sprinkles
Uppin' them rakes, we gon' hop out and get you
I'm Fross, I'm stuck, no statue
Blockwork a bum, go burn them jeans
And that sweater, them sh*ts is mad fu'
Spin through the Mitch, tryna catch me a hit
Catch me a O, he get put in a spliff
f*ck Notti, f*ck Noah, both of them n*ggas got stretched like yoga
It ain't up for discussion
If he talkin', aim at his muffin
And this .40, it ain't bluffin'
Beam to his back, now that n*gga a puppet, grrah
Like what, I might dump it in public
Talkin' on bro, but y'all never did nothin'
n*ggas frontin' and I get to dumpin'Like, put a hole in his gut, no Dunkin
Put a hole in his head like a pumpkin
On court and scorin' like Duncan
Opp n*ggas never on nothin'
Like, don't run with this gun, get to bustin' (Grrah)
Play it cool, like, I'm not a fool
We don't care about, I carry my tool
f*ckin' with Jah, we throwin' up Woo
In the crib stackin' up views
Sheik gettin' famous, he all on the news
Reverse the V, they lookin' for clues
I'm next, that's two
Addin' the members, we tryna go ku'