Spin This Coupe - ABRA CADABRA

Grr

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You know

O way or no way

Get right, get left or get stretched

Free the drillas 10 times

You know

Fuck the other side

(Gang)

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Mandem told you already

Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy

Hop out man, beat that

See the opp block strip man sweep that

Smooth criminal

Charntay says she’s wanting more

I’ma go make an opp boy bleed

Don’t worry I’ma be back

Charntay bendin' over so I lean back, beat that

Gangstas to the left and my right

Keep thinking everyting nice, 'til we tek mans life

You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist

We don’t care, we just slap these 9's (Woosh)

They all stress, come back and I’m better than ever

And this time I’m poppin' off on them whenever the weather

Straight winners, no L’s, jus' me and my breddas

OFB, Farm Block, go gettas

They ain’t sho like me

They ain’t sho like me

Big guns, they ain’t got no poles like we

He don’t grab the smoke like me

Kush, spin the wheel lemme toast that yute

Spin on the opps, that’s the usual

Nobody cares what we used to do

They couldn’t even tell you what they used to do

Cah what they used to do is what they do now

Like come to the block get (Baow)

Run down, sun’s out, guns out

T got in now you gotta run now

9 millimetre get tump out

If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout

You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out

Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out

Ay spin this coupe

To the left, to the left, to the right

Still ain’t seen a nigga in sight

Last time that I saw that block with my eyes

I had to angle my arm, slapping out carbine

4 opp blocks doing up purging, lurking

If you saw anyone on them blocks

There it’s curtains

Swing that, dig it and turn it

Rise that suttin' and burst him

Squeeze and lean with this yute and everybody

You don’t want see with a gun

The samurai, ching that, make him bleed on it

I can never see a opp boy not deal with it

We don’t do no rap cap

We make waps slap

If he’s an opp man steamin' him

Billin' up a nigga, come we put some teeth in him

With the broom and sweepin' him

Mandem told you already

Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy

Hop out man, beat that

See the opp block strip man sweep that

Smooth criminal

Charntay says she’s wanting more

I’ma go make an opp boy bleed

Don’t worry I’ma be back

Charntay bendin' over so I lean back, beat that

Gangstas to the left and my right

Keep thinking everyting nice, 'til we tek mans life

You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist

We don’t care, we just slap these 9's

They all stress, come back and I’m better than ever

And this time I’m poppin' off on them whenever the weather

Straight winners, no L’s, jus' me and my breddas

OFB, Farm Block, go gettas

Like come to the block get (Baow)

Run down, sun’s out, guns out

T got in now you gotta run now

9 millimetre get tump out

If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout

You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out

Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out