Spin Again lyrics

[Intro: Pros AP]
(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)
Gang (n*gga, huh?)
Island (Island Boys)
Island Boys (Island Boys, Island Boys)
Ayy

[Chorus: Pros AP]
He don't I'm finna— (n*gga, what?), alright
He don't I'm finna up it 'til he comin' out his kit
You ain't gangster, you let a n*gga take you out your wrist
Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
n*gga, I got— alright
n*gga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)
In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
Spinnin' tracks on they block, spin again and again

[Verse 1: Pros AP]
Spin again and again 'til you hit a n*gga top, ayy
I'm on the 8 tryna spin through the 5, ayy
Just f*cked an opp ho and made her pick a side
The ho f*cked me 'cause she thought a n*gga signed
I got twenty on me, let a n*gga play, I'm puttin' fully on him
Off one, pull this b*tch and squeeze and shoot twenty-somethin'
Forty 'bows just touched, another twenty comin'
Fresh as f*ck in a foreign, look like homecomin'
Ayy, n*ggas blackballin', b*tch, I'm trap hoggin'
My n*ggas came Scat, my other n*gga Trackhawkin'
Fah-fah-fah, E hoppin' out often
Another pack got me coughin'
n*gga, I can't stop trappin', boy, this sh*t a habit
Fiends knockin' at the door, I told lil' bro he can have 'em
Ayy, I ain't gotta write no more
P froze, he ain't gotta rock his ice no more
[Chorus: Pros AP]
n*ggas thinkin' I won't— alright
n*ggas thinkin' I won't up it 'til he comin' out his kit
You ain't gangster, you let a n*gga take you out your wrist
Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
n*gga, I got— alright
n*gga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)
In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
Spinnin' Tracks on they block, spin again and again

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I got lotta different b*tches on me
Hit the b*tch in the backroom and pass her to my homie
Rollin' 'za in the Backwood, I might get like Kobe
Just know that I ain't passin' sh*t
I just threw the ones with him 'cause I ain't have the stick
A n*gga beat my ass, I swear to God, I'm joggin' to the whip
Widebody Hellcat, no foggers on this b*tch
b*tch pus*y wet as hell, I'm fallin' in her sh*t
I'm mad as hell I f*cked her like that, she callin' me for di*k
You seen me just post a microphone, stop callin' me for sh*t
Yeah, Palm Angel t-shirt with the shark on it
In the middle the street with a heat tryna park somethin'
Ain't nobody got no 'Wood? I'm tryna spark somethin'
Aim the cam and press the red button, I'm tryna Sprk somethin'
Burnt the tires in the Scat Pack, you see the sparks from it
Lil' b*tch sent her Cash App because I'm cart punchin'
Seen her pic, know she bad 'cause I don't heart nothin'
Sold him Percs out a grocery bag, got his heart pumpin'
I thought Pros had the switch on him, he had the Arp dumpin'
n*gga, AKA an ARP
Micro Drac' chase you down and whip just like Baby D
.308s out the RPK look like baby feet
Beat a b*tch down for three weeks straight, now she Baby E
Don't know why she thought she was gettin' di*k, I'm finna break her knees
[Outro: Babyfxce E]
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce