Spin This Coupe

Grrt, baow, baow, baow
You know, O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
**** the other side, O Gang
Grrt, grrt, grrt, baow, baow, baow
Chorus
Man done told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see an opp boy
Hop out, man beat that Baow
See the opp block strip, man sweep that Whoosh
Smooth criminal, Chante said she wanting more
I'ma go make an opp boy bleed, don't worry, I'ma be back Gang
Chante bendin' over so I lean back, beat that
Gangsters to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice, 'til we take man's life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
Wе don't care, we just slap thesе .9s Whoosh
They're all stressed cah I'm back and I'm better than ever
And this time, I'm poppin' off on them whenever the weather
Straight winnings, no L's, just me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go-getters Gang
Verse
They ain't sho like me, they ain't sho like me Nah
Big guns, they ain't got no poles like we Sho
You don't grab the smoke like me
Kush, spin the wheel, let me toast that yout Skrrt, skrrt
Score on the opps, that's the usual Gang
Nobody cares what you used to do Nah
They couldn't even tell you what they used to do Nah
Cah what they used to do is what they do now Baow
Like, come to the block, get Baow
Run down Baow, sun's out Baow, guns out Baow
T got here, now you gotta run now Gang
.9 millimetre, get tump out Grrt, baow
And if he's just another nigga tryna get clout
You don't need a gunshot, you can get a man tump out Gang
Them man are likkle man, we ain't gotta bring guns out Nah
Ayy, spin this coupe to the left, to the left
To the right, still ain't seen a nigga in sight
Last time that I saw that block with my eyes
Had to angle my arm, slapping out carbine
Four opp blocks man's doing up purging, lurking
If he's from any one of them blocks there, it's curtains
Swing that, dig it, and turn it Gang
Rise that somethin' and burst him Grrt, baow, baow
Squeeze on it, leave with it shooting everybody
You don't wanna be see with it Baow
Got my samurai, ching that, make you bleed on it Gang
I can never see an opp boy and not deal with it Nah
We don't do no rap cap nah, we make waps slap Gang
If he's an opp, man steamin' him Sho
Billin' up a nigga, come we put some teeth in him Grrt
With a broom, man's sweepin' him baow, baow
Chorus
Man done told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see an opp boy
Hop out, man beat that Baow
See the opp block strip, man sweep that Whoosh
Smooth criminal, Chante said she wanting more
I'ma go make an opp boy bleed, don't worry, I'ma be back
Chante bendin' over so I lean back, beat that
Gangsters to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice 'til we take man's life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
We don't care, we just slap these .9s Whoosh
They're all stressed cah I'm back and I'm better than ever
And this time, I'm poppin' off on them whenever the weather
Straight winnings, no L's, just me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go-getters
Post-Chorus
Come to the block, get Baow
Run down Baow, sun's out Baow, guns out Baow
T got here, now you gotta run now Gang
.9 millimetre get tump out Grrt, baow
And if he's just another nigga tryna get clout
You don't need a gunshot, you can get a man tump out Gang
Them man are likkle man, we ain't gotta bring guns out Nah
Outro
Zenith
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