SpinDatBac

You know? Turn me up (tss) This for all my thugs who ain't heard me in a minute Like, ten Ms comin', when I get it, I'ma split it This for all my killers, this for all my dawgs This for all my niggas that I just left behind the wall (Helluva made this beat, baby) I'm back fuckin' with raw Nigga, I hear you got 'em cheap I'm doin' this shit for y'all, all my lil' ones on the East I should be preachin' peace But, you know how I get Soon as a nigga slip, I'ma throw some in this shit It's like four somethin' in this bitch Guess who paid for all the blickys If Spaz don't make it home, I'ma start by gettin' busy Tell my lawyer, "Go and get it," got a quarter on it, cash And shit I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a nigga ass Bring my pipe and get it mashed, watch me fight, cuz You'd be surprised how many niggas wanna whack Dugg (fuck 'em) Trap jumpin', yeah, nigga, and I rap good I'ma stand on niggas, Gotti, 'til they catch up Ask twelve, is it easy tryna catch us? I bought my Lamb' truck yellow, but it's matte black All that actin' like you special, here go five racks (yeah) I wanna fuck, boo And I ain't only get the cash, I bought the trucks too (yeah) My bitch got on Buffs too Like, it's a "Us" thing My watch almost three hundred thousand, nigga, fuck chains I just had a Rust game Yeah, Bricks, how you feel 'bout cuz? Yeah, bitch Still be on the 6 with it (yeah) Young rich niggas (yeah) Goin' broke over a ho? I'ma finna fix niggas I don't wanna rap with 'em, they can't get a pic' with me Say my name another time I'm goin' bitch shit And Dawgy, this is big business Where yo' whip at? Man, never mind, nigga, where yo' bitch at? I ain't with the chit chat, that's how I'ma get back I tote somethin' with a kickback My Cartier better miss that (mm-hmm) 'Cause you know how I get it Fours over everything, you know who I'm with (bitch) Miss me with them petty games, bae, you know I'm rich I should tip somethin' or trick on you Don't think you caught us slippin', my bitch keep a blick on her I still be in the trenches, with nothin' but pape and sticks on me Spin that 'Cat (what else?), spin that Track' (duh) If you ain't leave it empty, tell your driver spin it back (yeah) Spin that Hummer, spin that Range He still where I left him, so I know I did my thing (yeah) Spin that 'Cat (nigga), spin that Track' If you ain't leave it empty, tell your driver spin it back (duh, duh, duh, duh) R.I.P. Mark