SPIN THE BLOCK ft. Rooftop Boi & Deeg Lyrics

Only move with my gang want smoke okay

Favorite color light white cocaine

Foreign bitch I forgot her name

Said she like my chain told her like your face

Yeah less with the talking let's cut to the chase

Won't bust inside imma do it on your face

How many hoes can I run through new drinking game

Next week need a new chick add another body

See my happy with a smile I'm like a flower Murakami

Get designer from Bodega see me flexing with the hottest

Gotta run it up into the top I'm trying to be modest

Gucci Dior and Celine that shit gon turn me to an artist

Ktown represent I'll cook you up I'll finish what you started

Day1 625 we pulling up they know we be the hottest

Don't be stepping like you cocky better know we got it on us

You a bitch compared to us I'm sorry I'm just being honest

Fuck with me imma end your day

Rooftop fame to show no grace

Love have folks dig their own damn graves

Had handful of bodies still catch no case

I love to keep my weed icy

Lace it with the speedy

Keep my demons in so I don't pop you with the blicky

This is how I go before I slap em with the jimmy

Cracked up skull but still keep my shoes shining

Make you dead to die like a death genie

Knock you out with my nunchuck's like I'm Bruce Lee

Need a bad bitch built like Chun Li

Chinese Kung Fu pop that pussy

Move in life just like dice tossing

Hit a triple 6 keep that bag chasing

I ain't got no time for day dreaming

It's 625 go fuck the rest

They know we lit

They know we blessed

We chase our cheese but got no rats

We pushing M's

We speak in Slatt

We pushing M's

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We might just go pull out the strap

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Lets go

Trapper for life

We sipping the Henny

I am so greedy I want all the pennies

Chasing the bags cause but am so steady

Got a small circle cause all of y'all petty

I just know that you're a hoe

You don't want me as your foe

Crying like you stubbed your toe

Bitches pack your things and go

Back in 625 we space 2

We out here getting litty

Bitches around me they all want my glizzy

Don't sleep on me I'm strapped with my blicky

You better be careful you better not trick me

Bands on my mind

Cash on my mind

I'm counting my digits

Up here y'all look like some motherfucking midgets

Pushing M's

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