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
Call up Swervo he comin right now
And I swear to God Ill never tell
Make ya baby moms open up a well
She wanna get it on, Im like, “oh well”
b*tch I keep a chop under my belt
And if I go to C he get smoked like a looseleaf
Ice on my necklace I feel like Im Gucci
If its a thot, she a fan, she a groupie
If I see an opp, Ima roll up, no sushi
Off a yerkie now Im ready to clap
If he f*ck with the opps
Then you know I can’t dap em
If I up, just know Ima tap em
Dont do the bluffin, you know Ima blast it
Next we ain’t stoppin, n*ggas had you with ya knees up
Up with the chop, bet that n*gga gon freeze
A n*gga tried to run but got hit with the V
Like n*ggas coulda put you in a leaf
Like enough is enough
If you mention JayRip then Im shootin sh*t up
Dont try to trip can’t you see Ima cut
If I pass him the knocks then he sendin you up
And thats word to my mother
Lost JB, I ain’t losin another
Rah got clapped go put him on ya cover
Keep mentioning bro, Ima come for your brother (pus*y)
Like what, Ima come for your brother
Like, and thats word to my mother
Keep no remorse in the spot, Ima flock at ya mother
Outside tryna catch me a cuatro
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 (gltt)
And them b*tches ain’t tippin no bands
I cannot fold with the chop in my hand (gltt)
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