223 Spinnin’ lyrics

[Intro: Marrgielaa]
Oh my f*cking God, on God, I caught 1oneam (uoy evol I-I)
I caught me one! Playing with fans on the game!!! (...I)
Peep! Oh my f*cking God…
Oh my f*cking God, wait…
No, this is unreal (I…)
This is UN-real
(I-I love you)
Oh my f*cking god, y’all…
.22- (Bro)
(On-)

[Verse]
.223, spinning sh*t, get messy
Popping pills, I’m like Elvis Presley
Throw up YSL, I look up to Jeffery
Glock 19 and I got his bestie
No hospital, he can’t go to Wesley
I touch more cheese than Greg Heffley
Hop out the car, sh*t is getting deadly
Blitz the whole club like I played on Belly
Hop out the striker or hop out the Chevy
Pockets Maxo Kream cause I’m getting Fetti
Russian Drac, this hoe over heavy
Pop 3, okay, bet! Now I’m ready
Sticks in the party, blowing through the Tele’
In New York, catch him at the Deli
Hol’ on…
Hol’ on
Luracks, rags to riches (Righteous.)
Riding ‘round got Drac’s and switches
Hol’ on…
Off rock like I’m stitching
All these RAP n*ggas is some b*tchES (Roarrr!) (🦁)
Brick on a plate, doing dishes (Righteous.)
You b*tch made, don’t @ me in yo’ mentions
My OG plug name is Winston
b*tch, the MAC 10 got detention (Roarrr!) (🦁)
f*ck them n*ggas, they just want attention (Righteous.)
You went in the room and you wrote a sentence
Ricky jeans, these ho’s expensive
They playing Big Boogie, I ain’t tryna listen (Roarrr!) (🦁)
What’s on my wrist? n*gga, it was given (Righteous.)
He can’t see the pole cause I got it hidden
Calumet block boy, I made a killing
You gon’ lose yo’ life for doing all that dissing (Roarrr!) (🦁)
Off two Perc’s, b*tch, I’m chilling (Righteous.)
.762’s send you past the ceiling
Hol’ on…
Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! (Roarrr!) (🦁)
It’s a dirty year for the MAC-11 (Righteous.)
He in the crib at night like I Am Legend
If I’m Home Alone, I’ma turn to Kevin
Majeeda boy, I’ll send you straight to heaven (Roarrr!)
[Outro]
n*gga, on my Granny, n*gga
You know how the f*ck I rock, n*gga