Spun on your block we can spin again
40 on me not regular civilian
See a opp we on his top
Like a ceiling fan
We don't stop till he drop
Like some sneakers yea
Race to the top bet I beat you there
Thought I was in the back
But now I'm at your throat
Got the pump in the trunk
What you want? F*ck trump
Rest In Peace to pop smoke
But she a
Foreigner
Let me hit in the car
Before we start
I got 2 rules
Give me your phone
Don't touch my blunts
That's yo bitch
Yo bitch a dub
Shit I might hit
Cause we seen worse
Just some shit to hurt your heart
All that bite you still a pup
She like the way that I woo
She like the way that I do things
Spent 500 on the shoes
Then tripled up on the same pair
Just to show that I'm too paid
Like a nigga with no hair
Hollow bullets Cause we shoot fades
And Tupac's For your juice fade
New cat On the new wave
She said I sing like a maxwell
Music loud
Match the pack smell
Diddy boppin' like Combs
But no rat tail
Say you a friendly, you a foe of foes
The enemies, Of enemies, A friend
If he was quiet, He's be here today
International, Got a P and a K
All wins no loss
Always strive and prosper
Get a bag at all cost
Get what you want
Cause it's earned not deserved
Airplane mode With the do not disturb
Gunnas on Fulton
They the service the fiends
We see your girl
And we ask what she want
She said some dick
And we stick to the code
So just like the fiends
Know your bitch getting served
It's RiO DiOR
Spun on your block we can spin again
40 on me not a regular civilian
See a opp we on his top
Like a ceiling fan
We don't stop till he drop
Like some sneakers yea
Race to the top bet I beat you there
Thought I was in the back
But now I'm at your throat
Got the pump in the trunk
What you want? F*ck trump
Rest In Peace to pop smoke
But she a
Foreigner
Let me hit in the car
Before we start, I got 2 rules
Give me your phone
Don't touch my blunts
That's yo bitch, yo bitch a dub
Shit I might hit, Cause we seen worse
Just some shit to hurt your heart
All that bite you still a pup
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Spun on your block we can spin again
40 on me not regular civilian
See a opp we on his top
Like a ceiling fan
We don't stop till he drop
Like some sneakers yea
Race to the top bet I beat you there
Thought I was in the back
But now I'm at your throat
Got the pump in the trunk
What you want? F*ck trump
Rest In Peace to pop smoke
But she a
Foreigner
Let me hit in the car
Before we start
I got 2 rules
Give me your phone
Don't touch my blunts
That's yo bitch
Yo bitch a dub
Shit I might hit
Cause we seen worse
Just some shit to hurt your heart
All that bite you still a pup
She like the way that I woo
She like the way that I do things
Spent 500 on the shoes
Then tripled up on the same pair
Just to show that I'm too paid
Like a nigga with no hair
Hollow bullets Cause we shoot fades
And Tupac's For your juice fade
New cat On the new wave
She said I sing like a maxwell
Music loud
Match the pack smell
Diddy boppin' like Combs
But no rat tail
Say you a friendly, you a foe of foes
The enemies, Of enemies, A friend
If he was quiet, He's be here today
International, Got a P and a K
All wins no loss
Always strive and prosper
Get a bag at all cost
Get what you want
Cause it's earned not deserved
Airplane mode With the do not disturb
Gunnas on Fulton
They the service the fiends
We see your girl
And we ask what she want
She said some dick
And we stick to the code
So just like the fiends
Know your bitch getting served
It's RiO DiOR
Spun on your block we can spin again
40 on me not a regular civilian
See a opp we on his top
Like a ceiling fan
We don't stop till he drop
Like some sneakers yea
Race to the top bet I beat you there
Thought I was in the back
But now I'm at your throat
Got the pump in the trunk
What you want? F*ck trump
Rest In Peace to pop smoke
But she a
Foreigner
Let me hit in the car
Before we start, I got 2 rules
Give me your phone
Don't touch my blunts
That's yo bitch, yo bitch a dub
Shit I might hit, Cause we seen worse
Just some shit to hurt your heart
All that bite you still a pup
40 on me not regular civilian
See a opp we on his top
Like a ceiling fan
We don't stop till he drop
Like some sneakers yea
Race to the top bet I beat you there
Thought I was in the back
But now I'm at your throat
Got the pump in the trunk
What you want? F*ck trump
Rest In Peace to pop smoke
But she a
Foreigner
Let me hit in the car
Before we start
I got 2 rules
Give me your phone
Don't touch my blunts
That's yo bitch
Yo bitch a dub
Shit I might hit
Cause we seen worse
Just some shit to hurt your heart
All that bite you still a pup
She like the way that I woo
She like the way that I do things
Spent 500 on the shoes
Then tripled up on the same pair
Just to show that I'm too paid
Like a nigga with no hair
Hollow bullets Cause we shoot fades
And Tupac's For your juice fade
New cat On the new wave
She said I sing like a maxwell
Music loud
Match the pack smell
Diddy boppin' like Combs
But no rat tail
Say you a friendly, you a foe of foes
The enemies, Of enemies, A friend
If he was quiet, He's be here today
International, Got a P and a K
All wins no loss
Always strive and prosper
Get a bag at all cost
Get what you want
Cause it's earned not deserved
Airplane mode With the do not disturb
Gunnas on Fulton
They the service the fiends
We see your girl
And we ask what she want
She said some dick
And we stick to the code
So just like the fiends
Know your bitch getting served
It's RiO DiOR
Spun on your block we can spin again
40 on me not a regular civilian
See a opp we on his top
Like a ceiling fan
We don't stop till he drop
Like some sneakers yea
Race to the top bet I beat you there
Thought I was in the back
But now I'm at your throat
Got the pump in the trunk
What you want? F*ck trump
Rest In Peace to pop smoke
But she a
Foreigner
Let me hit in the car
Before we start, I got 2 rules
Give me your phone
Don't touch my blunts
That's yo bitch, yo bitch a dub
Shit I might hit, Cause we seen worse
Just some shit to hurt your heart
All that bite you still a pup
Writer: A. JONES
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid