OT7 Lyrics

We still spinning

We still spinning

We still spinning

We still spinning

We still spinning

We still spinning

They still spinning

They still spinning

They still spinning

What you want, Josh

Yo hoe she is a groupie we spinned down they block with hella glocks, you know we shot a movie

And you know this shit real life, ain't talking tubi

You know this shit is confidential, can't never tell what I'm doing

Rap shit what I'm pursuing

He a bitch, so you know that his image, that shit is ruined

He is not getting that back, with the same niggas that slid through in that motherfucking

track

They stole his SRT, man, you know he ain't getting that back

Recorded this in the stu, I was just counting up a rack

He ain't hit none of his shots, that nigga shoot just like he Shaq

Bitch nigga, hol' up, hella glocks, hella polls, you know just how we roll

I know niggas who come off the hip, just like a pick and roll

My pockets full, I'm talking bout all four

Call my nigga the Kool-Aid man, the way he kick it down your door

Bitch, I said get on the floor

The way you seen them bullets flying, you would've thought it was Saints Row

This ain't no fucking game

My niggas really insane

762's in this glock, we'll shoot it if you touch this chain

Yeah, I ain't no fucking rapper

I ain't no fucking trapper

But best believe I'm getting to this money though

He tried to play me, he thought that shit was funny though

Till he went missing though, these bullets gave his ass a kiss under that mistletoe

Told you this Glock ain't for show

Me and my young niggas stand on business

His ass had too much energy, we should've gave him Ritalin

The other day my homie said his favorite room the kitchen

Caught him out of bounds, you know that whip, we had to flip it

That lil hoe had played foul, so I cut her out the picture

You can't eat up at this table, just me and my niggas

These niggas is not real and man, these hoes, they is not neither

The way he ran from us, you would've thought he seen Jerry Springer

Her ass thought she could rap

That bitch ain't nothing but a singer

I got my own motion, man, I swear I do not need her

Back in that mode, nigga