Lyrics They Know - blkkkchino

Skrrrt
(Chino)
I'ma talk my shit
(Berkeley whadddup! haaa)

Yeah
Told my boy run it back cause I'm bout to go dummy on beats you know I ain't talking Ventriloquist
Stuck on the fetti like lint on the denim you know that we getting it summer thru winter Bitch
Sipping on Guinness I'm minding my business you know that i'm focused on records up In this bitch
Cut off some niggas my pockets got bigger I woke up to checks and this ain't from no Stimulus
Spend all my days in the stu or I'm working or shit I'm just toking till I ain't even feeling Shit
I gotta watch who I'm with cause niggas be eyeing and scheming ain't talking no Pyramid
Niggas be plotting on Chino ain't scared of them
Shoota gon' shoot like it's b-roll no filming it
I'm in a Subi wit Lu ain't air in here
IMPACT we coming for niggas ain't playing fair
Man these they know we

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

You said it was up and it's stuck you niggas look stuck when we spun on yo block
And bro got that heater he really a demon he really gon' make that thang pop

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

Lil momma a freak she clapping her cheeks I gave her a round of applause
She really a treash she hide in tweets but really it's all a facade

We gon spray when we slide
Yo hoe ass better not be outside
Blowin' stank bitch I'm high
Up in the clouds his homie walked by
Niggas snake all the time
Gotta watch out for the swine
And niggas stay watching face
Like that boy forgot the time
And the living room stinking
I got 2 bitches on me feel like Pinky
She make that ass shake like a slinky
She jiggle it fast pace it was cakey
It ain't like I need a bitch but I'ma bake her
Bro keep that heater on em wit a laser
And brody gon' creep up on em like a raven
He get to sprayin' on em bring the raid in
And I'm on demon time I ain't playing
Chino

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

You said it was up and it's stuck you niggas look stuck when we spun on yo block
And bro got that heater he really a demon he really gon' make that thang pop

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

Spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it

Lil momma a freak she clapping her cheeks I gave her a round of applause
She really a treash she hide in tweets but really it's all a facade