Текст песни Spinnin Pt.2 (feat. BBG Steppaa) - Pt. 2 - Sugarhill Ddot feat. BBG Steppaa

Mm, need to roll one up

(D-d-diamond wave)
I'ma roll one up, I'ma roll
(Shaman Beatz)

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

Spin through that block, niggas know that they sweep (grrah, grrah)
I told BBG, "Hop out the V" (grrah, grrah, boom)
Word to my dead, I ain't takin' no chances
I'ma up 'til I see that they bleed (grrah, grrah)
Like I said it before, I'ma say it again
All Amiri, you know that's the jeans (all Amiri)
Got this .40, it's stuck in my jeans

Niggas know that I'm really a tweak
On bro, I do not play when it comes to the streets
Yeah, even the opposition know we lit
Talkin' on Notti, you know you a pack
I'ma spin through that block with hella fuckin' grips (grrah)
Ten toes, I don't need an assist
I'ma make me a basket every fuckin' trip
Two poles and I call up B Hound (ayy, ayy)
Man, you know that he really sturdy in that whip (grrah, grrah, boom)

Ayy, Glock on my hip on the left side
Tryna spin, takе a trip through the Westside
Ayy, ayy, I'm tryna spin, makе a Jet fly (ayy)
Put a hole in his face and his left eye (look)
Like, smokin' on Face 'til my chest lock
Like, you know I got a laser to catch mine (like)
Like, with this K, man, I feel like a death god
I'm tryna hop out and bang it to test mine (look, like)

Niggas be cappin' they punchlines
This a .40, been feelin' like, "Fuck nine's" (look, like)
I roll a .40, get dumb fried
Like, we put out law and order for tough guys
Look, if them niggas ain't on it, we cut ties
Tryna score, but you know we don't clutch knives
Buddy a goner, slipped, and now he dumb high
I might fuck on his daughter for one time

Grrah, look
I might fuck on his daughter for one time
Like, look
If I pass her to bro, then it's punch time, grrah
Ain't no shootin' far, BBG
Yeah, you know that's the punchline, grrah
Told the opps stop dyin', we smokin' that boy, he went out

That's on bro, yeah, they diss for the clout
Like, yeah, they know what we really about
Like, and I don't gotta talk in this rap shit
'Cause they know that we really just clap shit
And they know that I'm jackin' OY
Original Gangsta 'til day that I die
Like, and you know I can't switch on the guys
Yeah, I do this for Notti and Dot

Look, get off the net, all that cappin', ain't movin'
We see 12, automatic illusion
Like, I like to hit from the back and go stupid
And, yeah, when she make it clap, yeah, it's actually moving
Look, and if I got the strap, I won't pass it, I boom it (look)
Why you cappin', bro, actually use it
I'm tryna slide out a bat and make music
Like you should hear this shit clappin', it's actually stupid

I'm not actually human
And I won't never ask you to do shit
Look, bitch, I be packin', two grips
Ay, got cooked, he was lackin', couldn't do shit
Like, we got the addy, to spin
Ever see him, smash him with this new gen
Like I'm forever gonna be on some cool shit
Like, but don't make me lose it

Spin through that block, niggas know that they sweep
I told BBG, "Hop out the V"
Word to my dead, I ain't takin' no chances
I'ma up 'til I see that they bleed
Like I said it before, I'ma say it again
All Amiri, you know that's the jeans
Got this .40, it's stuck in my jeans
Ayy, ayy, Glock on my hip on the left side

Tryna spin, take a trip through the west side
Ayy, ayy, I'm tryna spin, make a Jet fly
Put a hole in his face and his left eye
Like, smokin' on Face till my chest lock
Like, you know I got a laser to catch mine
Like, with this K, man, I feel like a death god
I'm tryna hop out and bang it to test mine