daytonababy, cdg zdot & nuttkase - spin all week lyrics
spin all week lyrics
[intro]
(nate one k)
[chorus: cdg zdot, nuttkase & daytonababy]
ayy, i get the drop, we gon’ spin where you stay at
i’ma spin on his block like i’m on a race check
ayy, i catch a hat, wash my hands with the ajax
if a opp try to slide, then we sendin’ a rake back
ayy, do a hit with some gloves, i know they can’t trace that
big t like a ghost, i bet it won’t trace back
put a bag on his head, they bringin’ his face tat’
ayy, nuts, they stuck, yeah, just like a latex
ayy, beat up the block, i can’t wait for a paycheck
ayy, they tryna search, don’t pack where my waist at
ayy, she tryna flirt, she gon’ twirl where my lace at
wanna hop out your shoеs? ayy, go get some laces
hit that boy with thirteen, ayy, i feel likе a pace
ayy, hop out this whip, get on feet, i’ma chase him
hit that boy with some lead, i bet i erase him
hit that boy in his head, leave a hole like a baby
[verse 1: nuttkase]
ayy, they know i stamp sh+t, just like a statement
b+tch, yeah, i got aim, what the f+ck is a laser?
whole gang sip syrup, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout mayo
takin’ trips to l.a., b+tch, i feel like a laker
if i gotta slide, i’ma give him a face
treat that boy like some liquor, you know we gon’ taste him
he got hit in the head, let that boy up disabled
if you not with this team, you can’t hit in my table
b+tch, i pop out at night, yeah, i’m feelin’ like jason
b+tch, i stay with a g, i feel like amazed
say she wanna f+ck, uh+uh, you can taste it
dead opp in the ‘wood, they can’t pass him a face
dead opps in the ‘wood, f+ck boy, who gon’ mask?
glizzy came with a switch, arp got attach
i’ma hop out and hit, we gon’ see who the fastest
stick came with some lens, ain’t talkin’ ’bout glasses
b+tch, i stay in the hood, better have you a jacket
if your tris do not hit, make him hot like a rail
last n+gga got caught, he finished like madden
yeah, that boy took a l, he thought i was lackin’
go slidin’ on opps, do that sh+t with a passion
they say i’m a goat, b+tch, i just started rappin’
his b+tch wanna f+ck ’cause she know that i’m havin’
i’m a trap god forever, they know that i’m trappin’
[chorus: cdg zdot, nuttkase & daytonababy]
ayy, i get the drop, we gon’ spin where you stay at
i’ma spin on his block like i’m on a race check
ayy, i catch a hat, wash my hands with the ajax
if a opp try to slide, then we sendin’ a rake back
ayy, do a hit with some gloves, i know they can’t trace that
big t like a ghost, i bet it won’t trace back
put a bag on his head, they bringin’ his face tat’
ayy, nuts, they stuck, yeah, just like a latex
ayy, beat up the block, i can’t wait for a paycheck
ayy, they tryna search, don’t pack where my waist at
ayy, she tryna flirt, she gon’ twirl where my lace at
wanna hop out your shoes? ayy, go get some laces
hit that boy with thirteen, ayy, i feel like a pace
ayy, hop out this whip, get on feet, i’ma chase him
hit that boy with some lead, i bet i erase him
hit that boy in his head, leave a hole like a baby
[verse 2: daytonababy & cdg zdot]
hit that boy in his head, i’m knockin’ his lights out
ayy, f+ck it, let’s slide when the sun out
ayy, i’m on a l!ck with my gun out
ayy, that lil’ n+gga bogus a b+tch, he ain’t pullin’ no funds out
ayy, them n+ggas know it could go down
point the bl!ck on a opp, i’ma shoot ’til it run out
point the bl!ck, i’ma shoot ’til it cl!ck
ain’t no slide on a l!ck, i’ma hit ’til his cough roll
uh+uh, if i walk in the mall, bet that bl!cky on me
ayy, i got the drop, i’m finna go creep
know i got the drop, spin his block in a jeep
caught a opp, he was fast, ayy, lightning mcqueen
put a shh on the glock, i’ma clear out the scene
n+gga, go a pick a side, ain’t no playin’ between
if he play with this sh+t, up that glock, i’ma squeeze
we gon’ wait out his crib, we gon’ come out the trees
if i catch me a opp, he gon’ fall like a leaf
know i catch me a opp, roll his ass in a litter
ayy, chasedowngang, ain’t no runnin’ from me
put a opp on a shirt, put his face on a tee
we know he ain’t gang, so he not in the street
we know that he flaggin’, he runnin’ from beef
i’ma post in a opp block, right on the street
if a opp wanna play, we gon’ spin for a week
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