Blocc Spin lyrics

[Chorus: Kiing Shooter]
Heard you talking on that Live I get this blocc spin
Hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the Glock spit
Caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
Watch this, I f*cked your baby mama like she' my b*tch
I've been chasing at the bags they ain't got sh*t
On my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
Kept a Ruger on my side this is sidekick
No loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing 'bout my side b*tch
Heard you talking on that Live I get this blocc spin
Hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the Glock spit (come here)
Caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
Watch this, I f*cked your baby mama like she' my b*tch
I've been chasing at the bags they ain't got sh*t
On my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
Kept a Ruger on my side this is sidekick
No loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing 'bout my side b*tch

[Verse 1: Kiing Shooter]
I got all these n*ggas mad because I rap now
Act wild, errbody know I ain't gon' back down (at all)
I think you trynna get some clout he better get it done
I'm not the one, catch his ass again we' prolly tie him up (stupid)
N I heard of a n*gga pus*y I won't say his name
Let's take his chain, have him buy a bag, then get robbed again (f*ck it)
It might seem like a lie but this sh*t is fact
That boy a faggot, a n*gga gave you head and you ain't skipping nothing
n*ggas acting like he tough, and he a ho faggot
Toe-tag him, leave that pus*y n*gga with a closed casket
Keep on acting like a shooter I'mma run it through him
Gun up on me
Walking out this building
Ain't no running from me (where' you going?)
pus*y keep on throwing subs I'mma send the shots
I spin the block my n*ggas ain't gon hide bet you dead outside (word)
And ain't no middlemen you n*ggas better pick a side or I'm outside gon have to get your body at the parking lot
[Chorus: Kiing Shooter]
Heard you talking on that Live I get this blocc spin
Hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the Glock spit
Caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
Watch this, I f*cked your baby mama like she' my b*tch
I've been chasing at the bags they ain't got sh*t
On my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
Kept a Ruger on my side this is sidekick
No loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing 'bout my side b*tch
Heard you talking on that Live I get this blocc spin
Hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the Glock spit (come here)
Caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
Watch this, I f*cked your baby mama like she' my b*tch
I've been chasing at the bags they ain't got sh*t
On my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
Kept a Ruger on my side this is sidekick
No loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing 'bout my side b*tch

[Verse 2: Vado]
Uhh
n*ggas quick to give you advise, like who needs it?
Trynna put this game in a vice and then squeeze it
Everyone is speaking on life and succeed it
If you can keep a secret, a secret is to keep it
Still spitting that slime flow, we ain't been treated
Long table of wild food I been seed it
I 'on't force it, bro force it been leaking
Been drip, my sh*t bricks to ten peed it (uhnn)
Had a hard day
Spent a half of it bagging it, cooking hard yay'
I be in the pal of ho used to the car play
Betchu I get every tin hit like a parley (parlay)
Drinking Henny and Chad'nay
Surrounded by b*tches in the PJ 's hallway
About to chess table on the benches in broad day (Shooter)
It's hard to stop when you win, your vision is 4k
Vado
[Chorus: Kiing Shooter]
Heard you talking on that Live I get this blocc spin
Hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the Glock spit
Caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
Watch this, I f*cked your baby mama like she' my b*tch
I've been chasing at the bags they ain't got sh*t
On my dic...