Spinnin' (Pt. 2)

(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)

Fuck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em
I told bro just to pass me the boulder
I don't know how they dissing my deads, like
All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead
Jayrip, Nazzy, C-Hii, Blay
All of them niggas is dead in a grave
That's on bro, niggas got me on hots
I told BBG, "Pass me the chop, I'ma flock"
Don't forget that it's still free 30
Always on court, 14 on my jersey
See the Gz I'ma clear out the scene
Smokin' on Dummy, got put on a tee
Like, all Amiri, on my body
Fuck that I've just been smoking on Lotti
On court tryna' make every basket
Catch a 9Raq then I'ma get to clappin' (like)

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 them Glocks
They spun the B now we beating they block
This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot (like)
Bro let it sing, make 'em bleed with a chop
We gon' bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot
They wanna flock now they wanna track me
Can't no opp ever say that he lack me
Dada kept rappin', got jumped and they clapped em'
Shit up and that's the casket (like)
I stay with a gun, we don't do no lackin'
You can run, either way, I'ma blast
You ain't blow that lil' nigga pass (like)
Close we throw that like we ain't matchin' like (like, like)

Fuck Diddy, yeah, I stay on that shit
If I catch me a goon, I'ma flare out the whip
.45 for this money, yeah, I stay with a grip
I know an opp that got shot in his leg
And the other one died in a whip
That could never be me, I would've upped my blick
(Grrah, grrah, graah, grrah, grrah) like, like 
We tryna catch one, head out the V (like)
And we spun in they flame made em' fell on they feet (like, like)
I know a opp, he was here for me (like)
Almost died to bitches tryna get some cheeks (like)
It's a new nigga dissin' every week
Niggas ain't do shit, they be sayin' it's beef (like)
I keep my lead every day of the week
Nigga why is you scared if you up in these streets?

Fuck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em
I told bro just to pass me the boulder
I don't know how they dissing my deads, like
All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead
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 them Glocks