letra de "spin dat shit" - lil 50
[chorus – lil 50]
i ain’t trippin’ on nothin’, i’m strapped up tight, run down and i bust sh-t
p-ssy boy talk online, real life quiet, he soft, don’t touch sh-t
seen his ass lackin’ by the store, he froze, got hit, now he done with
you talk like a k!ller, but really a b-tch, lil’ boy better run quick
[verse 1 – lil 50]
i be on go, i don’t f-ck with no fake hoes, i’m in that mode
glock got a switch, better duck yo head ‘fore it rip through a f-ck n-gga soul
i done slid with maliq on feet, we creeped, them poles on overload
put a beam on his cap, made his momma cry tears, now his name on a shirt, that’s cold
why you cappin’ in your stories? b-tch, we know you never outside
we pull up deep, masked up in a bucket, hop out with 7 and fire
these opps just tweet, then hide, then snitch, then post they block like they ride
we been done slid, left sh-lls on the porch, his mans got hit in the side
[chorus – lil 50]
i ain’t trippin’ on nothin’, i’m strapped up tight, run down and i bust sh-t
p-ssy boy talk online, real life quiet, he soft, don’t touch sh-t
seen his ass lackin’ by the store, he froze, got hit, now he done with
you talk like a k!ller, but really a b-tch, lil’ boy better run quick
[verse 2 – yrn maliq]
n-ggas be hoes, ain’t slide on nothin’, they just drop names for clout
b-tch, i was twelve, totin’ that fire, in the backstreet tryna wild out
feds hit the spot, i flushed that work, ran out the back with a glock
i don’t give a f-ck if he kin or blood, if he move wrong, he get shot
runnin’ through packs in my drawers, ain’t sleep in a week, i’m lit off a beam
caught me a goofy, his ass got dropped, whole scene red like a laser beam
i’m not no rapper, i’m active, ask my opps, they ain’t on no team
i slid for bro, he slid for me, now we both in the car with extended things
talkin’ all tough but you ran from a bl!ck, lil’ boy need a skirt and heels
we put his face on a tee, then post up in his hood like “f-ck how you feel”
ain’t no peace when we pop sh-t off, this street love fake and it k!ll
yrn maliq with my cousin 50, this the moment they knew i’m real
[chorus – both]
we ain’t trippin’ on nothin’, we strapped up tight, run down and we bust sh-t
p-ssy boy talk online, real life quiet, he soft, don’t touch sh-t
seen his ass lackin’ by the store, he froze, got hit, now he done with
you talk like a k!ller, but really a b-tch, lil’ boy better run quick
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