Spin 4 u

These niggas dying over bitches Feed your team up with these riches Hmmmm Let's go Bckend Dis some float shit You got your 5, I got my 5 too My bitch, she taking yoga class I told her I'll spin 4 u Snipers on the roof In the backyard with my troops Off the drugs, I'm in the loop That's when she sends a text She in distress Everything you say true I ain't linking with no hoes They might try to throw a oop She call him brother Just a nigga, she gon' f*ck right after you I ain't trusting on these hoes I'm closing doors to open up my truth Bitch, I made a whole album I ain't have to hit the booth Trying to wake up from my old life Days with two hoes in one night My bitches f*ck each other They ain't no dykes I've been balling major league Your boyfriend on that fisher price Life's a gamble, roll the dice If you crap out, then you gone for life I know some niggas that'll kill for me way before you up your pipe My bitch, she thick as hell She throw it back, it got me feeling right Bckend went up, niggas went left So no, I cannot split the rice She thinking I'm a munch I just wanna f*ck, you not no ice spice You got your 5, got my 5 too And my bitch, she taking yoga class I told her I'll spin 4 u Snipers on the roof In the backyard with my troops Off the drugs, I'm in the mood That's when she sends a text She in distress Everything you say true I ain't linking with no hoes Cause they might try to throw a oop She call him brother, just a nigga She gone f*ck right after you I ain't trusting hoes I'm closing doors to open up my truth Bitch, I made a whole album I ain't have to hit the booth New bitch wearing rhude She hella mean, but she still a cutie Blowing up off rap, I got some groupies Lil bro never had no coochie So I passed him a lil' bad bitch Who just kept begging to do me See, I switched to play I'm throwing lobs I'm trying to ice my reign Like I'm CP3 I switched the crowd I'm on the winning team Coming down this one way acting hard You gon' be the deadest on the scene I was wearing designer belts Before I had designer jeans And yo, bitch know I could rap So up at night, I make her sing You got your five, I got my five too My bitch, she taking yoga class I told her I'll spin for you I got snipers on the roof I'm in the backyard with my troops I'm off the drugs, I'm in the mood That's when she sends a text She in distress Everything you say true Ooh, you say true I ain't linking with no hoes Cause they might try to throw a Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Bitch, I made a whole album I ain't have to hit the booth