Spin This Coupe

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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
 Fuck the other side, O, gang
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 Grrt, grrt, grrt, baow, baow, baow
 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
 We don't care, we just slap these nines (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
 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)
 Nine 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 ab 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)
 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
 We don't care, we just slap these nines (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
 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)
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Duration
02:41
Key
10
Tempo
140 BPM

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