Yungeen Ace - Spinnin lyrics

F**k that n***as talkin’ ’bout I’ma die by the end of the week, well they got me f**ed up You got me f**ed up, you think I’m fakin’ out here F**k, I’ma spin on all these n***as blocks F**k, I don’t give a f**k ’bout none of y’all We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin’ them opps for real B***h, ain’t no fakin’, we thuggin’ We livin’ this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We k**in’ on sight for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinnin’ on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin’ them opps for real B***h, ain’t no fakin’, we thuggin’ We livin’ this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We k**in’ on sight for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Dead n***as, we dropped for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real (Come here, come here) We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Dead n***as, we dropped for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spin on your block with three hundred shots 23 got a Glock with fifty shots See an opp in public, then we shoot it out Then post on the block, we gon’ clear it out Run down, stand over him Look him up in his eye, empty the Glock on him, ayy Run down, stand over him Look him up in his eye, empty the Glock on him, ayy Spazz, been drivin’, I bet he won’t crash Pulled up, shot his a*s, hit the dash You thinkin’ I’m p***y, your life can get tooken I creep through the night, no b***h, I ain’t no rookie I’m all in, you ain’t takin’ nothin’ Tryna test me, I’ma show you somethin’ Draco on me got a hundred rounds In front of your mama, I’ma gun you down Don’t spare me, I ain’t sparin’ you I’ma show your a*s what this Glock do Don’t spare me, I ain’t sparin’ you I’ma show your a*s what this Glock do Catch him in traffic and put it on him I don’t need no gang, spin by my lonely Come here n***a We spinnin’ on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin’ them opps for real B***h, ain’t no fakin’, we thuggin’ We livin’ this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We k**in’ on sight for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin’ them opps for real B***h, ain’t no fakin’, we thuggin’ We livin’ this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We k**in’ on sight for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Dead n***as, we dropped for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real (Come here, come here) We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Dead n***as, we dropped for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real The other side said it’s beef, so you know it’s bodies droppin’ Call me Mr. Spin-a-Bend, known to spin again and again I don’t give a f**k how you feel, I don’t give a f**k how you take it Keep it on me, be damned if I let a n***a take me (Can’t let a n***a take me) Reach for my chain, I ain’t goin’ for it Empty the clip, reload it again, get to blowin’ more and more These n***as be hidin’, I go and find ’em like Dora the Explorer Come here, no it ain’t no runnin’ Shots fired gon’ put him under We bring the heat, soundin’ like a thunder My bros tried to k** me, made me wonder No, I ain’t blind, no Stevie Wonder Peep all the fake s**t, f**k a vest, we shoot faces No faces beat cases Run down while he runnin’ off to the races .762 the reason why there’s dead n***as in they places We face s**t We spinnin’ on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin’ them opps for real B***h, ain’t no fakin’, we thuggin’ We livin’ this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We k**in’ on sight for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Hop out that car with them cutters We droppin’ them opps for real B***h, ain’t no fakin’, we thuggin’ We livin’ this life for real Run down, shoot him broad day We k**in’ on sight for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Dead n***as, we dropped for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real (Come here, come here) We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Dead n***as, we dropped for real We spinniiin’ on blocks for real Nah, I ain’t lyin’, n***a got me f**ed up Talkin’ ’bout how they gon’ k** me by the end of this week Can’t so we’ll tear that thing I ain’t lyin’, let that n***a tweak Ayy Boo, grab that smack, n***a Give a f**k ’bout none of that Ayy, go get Spazz, 23