Spin Flashcards
Yozora
Grah, grah, boom
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Grah, grah
Grah, grah, boom
Outside tryna catch me a quatro
Shorty a thotty Im feelin the bop though
And Rah got hit in his taco
Dumb lil b*tch got hit in her taco
We gon spin
And them hallows gon rip up his chin
Big DOA I might dump on ya mans
We get to boomin sh*t sound like a band
And them n*ggas ain’t tippin no bands
I cannot fold with the chop in my hand
Caught him lacking, he Ricky, he ran
n*gga I got me a chop I dont dance
See an opp Ima aim for his mans
Why would I run if my gun dont jam?
Pop a perc, take a trip to the land
Them nggas pusy, they never gon blam
I cannot lack, b*tch I keep me a weapon
I ain’t goin out this is an FN
And I swear to God that my chop is my bestfriend
And if I see an opp Ima stretch him
If I call up Dayday, he shuttin sh*t down
So the show is gonna end with a bow
Flee off the scene I ain’t takin a bow