spinna

(Hi Dopa)
 (Haha)
 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