Lyrics BBG Steppaa x Sugarhill Ddot – Spinnin’
Fuck 40 Cal., man You know that we smoke ‘em
I told Rose just to pass me the bolder
I don’t know how they dissing my dead’s
Like all of they friends on they side, yea they dead
JayRip, Nazzy, C-Hi, Blay
All them niggas is dead in the grave
That’s on bro niggas got me on hots
I told BBG pass me the chop, Ima Flock
Don’t forget that’s it’s still free 30
Always on court, 14 on my jersey
See the Gz, Ima clear up the scene
Smoking on Dummy, got put on a T
Like, all Amiri on my body
Fuck that, I just been smoking on Lotti
On court tryna make every basket
Catch a 9 rack and Ima get the clap’n
They know I keep a heater for all of my opps
And we spinnin’ if we get the drop
They know we winning they easy to pop
We addicted to sinning and squeezing dem glocks
They spun the B now we beating they block
This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot
Bro let it sing make ‘em bleed with a chop
We gon bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot
We hit they block now they running track meet
Can’t no opp ever say that he packed me
DaDa keep rappin got jumped and ain’t clap heat
Should’ve been us to catch him would’ve clapped ‘em
And I stay with a gun we don’t do no lacking
You could run either way imma blast it
You ain’t gone blow that lul nigga pass it
Bullets we throw that like we in Madden
Like, fuck Diddy
Yea I stay on that shit
If I catch me a goon, Ima flare at the whip
4-5 hit is mind, yea I stay with a grip
I know a oppa that got shot in his Leg
And the other one died in the whip
That could never be me
Would of up’d my blick
Like, like we tryn catch one head out the V
And we spun and they fled made ‘em bail on they feet
I know a opp use his head for his meat
Almost died to these bitches tryna get some cheeks
It’s a new nigga dissin’ every week
Niggas ain’t do shit to be saying it’s beef
I keep my led every day of the week
Nigga why is you scarred if you up in these streets