Spin Freestyle
Man, what you chargin' for this shit right here, man?
Alright, alright, yeah
Give me all hundred of those motherfuckers, man
Yeah, them motherfuckers look good
They got purple on 'em and shit, they indo, right?
Yeah, alright, go 'head, load 'em up
Count up the hundreds while lookin' at Hulu
Heard your lil' project, that shit there was doo-doo
Havin' this paper, you know I got beaucoup
Ridin' with Ry, he gon' shoot if I tell him
My vibe is submissive, she do what I tell her
I hang with the gang, yeah, I hang with the felons
I'm tryna be stealthy, encrypted my browser
I'm gifted with words, so I'm usin' my talent
My girl like to argue, I don't pay attention
I told her to shut up and bought some Givenchy
My daughter so sweet, I just bought her a Frenchie
I live by the code, I ain't talkin' Da Vinci
My son only two and I got him in Fendi 'fits
We never start it, but you know we ended it
I'm who they wanna be, I'm really livin' it
I'm in Hermes and this shit right here limited
Oh, she a Scorpio? I know she freakin' it
We need a dolly to bring all this reefer in
Pull out the shotgun and take off a nigga limb
We show no mercy for no motherfuckin' men
If he not Circle, then I cannot vouch for him
I need a driver 'cause I got a ride for him
Demons, the youngins gon' pull up with blowers and spin and spin and spin and spin
Walk into Louis and spend and spend and spend and spend and spend and spend
Beacoup Atlanta, I pray the judge lenient as fuck, we got a store in the pen
This mornin', counted a million inside of my high-rise, I'm feelin' born again
Walked in the crib, had drip on me head-to-toe, she gettin' real moist
Lil' bro just pulled up and said that our opps was dead, I'm finna go and rejoice
She say she hungry, she need a few hundred from me, I told her send the invoice
That nigga really ain't what he proclaim to be, I hear that shit in his voice
I just pulled up to Dior with a thirty on me, rollin' the hemp in the Royce
Changin' out Glocks just like I'm changin' out shoes, I'm havin' multiple gens
I hear 'em poppin' on IG just like a lil' bitch, but he ain't droppin' no pin
I done been crossed, I done been stabbed in the back by people considered as friend
Said I wouldn't scam no more 'cause I'm a lil' too poppin', last week, I did it again
Say she in love with my dick and my conversation, she finna visit again
Wish I could dig up the nigga who killed my twin, bring him back, kill him again
I'm makin' hundreds of thousands from these transactions, I cannot put it on camera
Niggas keep askin' me, "How the fuck do I get rich?" You gotta pay for the answer