Spinnin' lyrics

See these whips spinnin’ spin it Catch his ass in traffic Hop out this bitch and get to hittin
Run up on his shit blickin
Hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it
All these fuck n***** capping
I’m real deal clapping
They know what the business is
I wasn’t paying attention
Just started shooting
Fuck them witnesses
All my opps be dissin
But they really know what the business is
Rapping bout shit I really did
Say they want smoke we’’ll split his wig
Run up on his shit hittin, hittin
All these whips is hittin

Run up on hit shit hittin
Shoot on down then gone run up in his kitchen
Where that shit at n**** need them chickens
He lost his mind they found his head
But his body was missin
All facts no cap bitch
I am not no rap n****
Knew I’d be a gangsta since I’ve been playing with action figures
Fuck them bitches choosey
Then her friend get clapped with her
IG thuggin double tap pictures
I double tap triggas
Choppa beat like 808 I’m with the mob
Thuggin me and Raw
Rappas will get robbed
Fuck yo squad
Hit yo hood
Drop a bomb
Told God I’mma stop
But I gotta do it one more time

See these whips spinnin’ spin it
Catch his ass in traffic
Hop out this bitch and get to hittin
Run up on his shit blickin
Hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it
All these fuck n***** capping
I’m real deal clapping
They know what the business is
I wasn’t paying attention
Just started shooting
Fuck them witnesses
All my opps be dissin
But they really know what the business is
Rapping bout shit I really did
Say they want smoke we’’ll split his wig
Run up on his shit hittin, hittin
All these whips is hittin

Too many diamonds hittin
Too many blickys hittin
Fuck n**** trippin
Runnin to the top
Can’t catch me slippin
Say they want smoke
We gone come through spittin
This a brand new glock
Boy meet this glizzy
Long live camp
Shit got too sticky
Can’t trust these hoes
Man fuck these bitches
Look at these diamonds hittin
I spun a hundred foreal
They thought I was trippin
Hop out switchin, kill em
Broad day flip the whole car
We don’t care who with em’
Fella back stage with an AR pistol
Put it on top I don’t see no n****
Too many ops I’m gone need me a K
With a hundred round dum
That will knock down the tippa

See these whips spinnin’ spin it
Catch his ass in traffic
Hop out this bitch and get to hittin
Run up on his shit blickin
Hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it
All these fuck n***** capping
I’m real deal clapping
They know what the businessis
I wasn’t paying attention
Just started shooting
Fuck them witnesses
All my opps be dissin
But they really know what the business is
Rapping bout shit I really did
Say they want smoke we’’ll split his wig
Run up on his shit hittin, hittin
All these whips is hittin

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Who is the author of the song Spinnin'?
The song Spinnin' was written by Raw Youngin.

Who sings the song Spinnin'?
The song Spinnin' is performed by Raw Youngin.