AK Tarantino - Spin Music Lyrics

I've been trying to spin and catch a body, get your partner wacked, spinning through the
A, I'm making plays, you know I got to sack, hustling all night just to wake up and chop
The crack, I see him spinning down the road, I close the gate and make that block a trap
We gon' roll him up and pack him out like he a dookie log, I'll spin down that vert with
This lil gun, I'll let the Uzi pop, feining for them Benjis, I'm counting up all this
Bluey guap, hunnid hour hustle, I'm trapping and getting cookies off, I'm not with the f*ckery
F*ck that boy, I'll hang him on the wall by his dungarees, I'll pick up the world
If I see it bag underneath, off a bean, I said bring me another bean, off the drink
I said bring me another drink, look, look at my duffel, I got a bunch of f*cking beans
Bitch, look at your backwood that bitch is looking like a pixie stick, I'ma pop
This shit on my own because I want to, I don't want them dirty ass hoes, no, I don't want you
Put away them dirty ass toes and grab some sandals
I'ma grip this dirty pole with this what the f*ck kinda handle, I'ma show you what I do and show you what I'm Best at
I'ma put this f*cking pole to you just like a chest tat, you said you made money, huh
Can you check that, I ran down the opp and the cop, he said where his neck at
Bitch, I'm playing checkers, tell me where the game of chess at
Get a fire truck and they done asked me where the mess at, think it's too f*cking big and they
Gon' need a Swiffer Wet jet at, I've been popping shit at recent times
I've been popping shit at recent times, I've been popping shit at recent times
Where you been at
How you do a show and you don't come back with no money how you f*cking hoes and you ain't come back With no money, how you with the bros and you ain't
Making you no money, how you still broke,
I'm a white boy
But this heron that I got black, I know you still like toys
I know you won't pop that, how you like boys
Bitch, I'm smoking little Nas pack, the fein i got said the fent ain't enough
He need some Nos gas
Damn, damn, need some Nos gas
Shit, damn, he addicted, need some shit, damn, let me get back to it
Hold up, hold up, hold up, get back to it,
I was in the A running blocks, seen a junkie snort a spray can
Bitch, I'm trying to put this 50 drum up to your body like a spray tan
Apply that bitch, damn, hit the block in these Ray-Bans
Bitch, I put the Glock down and box them like I'm Ray-Man
I flooded the watch with rainbow diamonds like a gay man
That was too diddy, damn, too diddy
Lil' fruity, bitch, I put a watch down and box them with the Uzi
Bitch, I put a, what the f*ck did I just say, hoe
Pull up in the motherf*cking
Plane, hoe, eating on a New York strip with a blonde bitch like Frank Ocean
Then I get to jerking with jergins and great lotion, damn
Man, I probably shouldn't have said that, why the f*ck I say that
Damn, what the f*ck I was saying
Hop up in the motherf*cking, what the f*ck, I'm driving
I don't even f*cking know
Hop up in the plane, bitch, I'm flying out to outer space
Pull up to the apartment, bitch, I get this router baked
I'm a real one, thugging hard
All these cowards fake I'm just trying to f*ck
You would probably take her out for dates
You would probably take her out for dates
Me, I'm here to f*ck, I would not giving her no pape
Bitch, bitch, I keep my cash
Bitch, f*ck, I do the dash
Bitch, I ain't coming back
F*ck the hoe once, no, I will not give her none of my pack