spinna

Hi Dopa

Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
Give me that

I'm not even joking when I said that I don't need her
At least I got a fuckin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up
I'm with kurtains, I'm with Wido, in the back, we got a heater
I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr, I ain't talking 'bout no Peter
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan of conversations
Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking
Look at me, my drink, she laced it

Racks in my wallet, can't fold
Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control
Yeah, he talkin' shit so we wipin' his nose
They got inside me, jumping out the fourth floor
'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low
Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow
Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no
Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no

Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me