Spin&Ben’n Lyrics
(Play that back Lucent)
Look, Spin&Ben’n, yeah with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do ’em dirty with it
Yo ho’ tryna fuck me, tell her come on with it
I’m like “who don’t know I’m thuggin?”, better mind yo business
My lil n**** don’t just come and shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen glock another type, foreign whips gotta several kind
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don’t know it’s I?
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore
From the same place got another type
Really rich, you could suck my dick
“Get murdered” bitch I said that
Know we caught up in this murder shit
I ain’t type the script and I read that
Pussy n**** just another pack
Aimin’ out the Scatt pack, “Where yo head at?”
Kickin’ my flow to my floor, like I’m the reverend
Got bitches from the hood that lay in my bed, and they bang five
Why I went to war?, cause n***** tried the same hood where n***** died
No instagram I could get life, that’s why my life ain’t televised
Better tell the bitch I take his life
Better think about his momma crying
Come back with my enemies, sitting behind the line
Money be my remedy, and plus my broski pour the fives
Still up in my face, they hope he tantalized (aw, man)
Smoke some shit that prolly blow her mind, I don’t need no xans
Spin&Ben’n, yeah with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do ’em dirty with it
Yo ho’ tryna fuck me, tell her come on with it
I’m like “who don’t know I’m thuggin?”, better mind yo business
My lil n**** don’t just come and shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen glock another type, foreign whips gotta several kind
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don’t know it’s I?
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore
From the same place got another type
Sick of all this fake shit, know they turn they back on me
N**** know we face shit, I’m knowing for a fact they see
Dirty bitch gone tryna put the blame on me, stanky ho’
I’ll be stacking riches till I’m off of house arrest
And back out on the road
Kickin’, pimpin’ know that I’m a vet, I’m doggin’ all these hoes
Real mac, can tote that mac, bitch I know you know it though
Gone, when alarms came in, was knockin’ at my grandad door
Dissin’ me we gone stalk that man
Might kill that bitch onside the store
Yellow bone, she gone take me down baby whoa whoa
Was on the way, told her she can stay, if she could get along with the ho’
I live along that distanced state, prolly just up in here with my bro
Bitch know that she can’t stay
Told her pack her shit I gotta go to coast
Look, Spin&Ben’n, yeah with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do ’em dirty with it
Yo ho’ tryna fuck me, tell her come on with it
I’m like “who don’t know I’m thuggin?”, better mind yo business
Look, Spin&Ben’n, yeah with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do ’em dirty with it
Yo ho’ tryna fuck me, tell her come on with it
I’m like “who don’t know I’m thuggin?”, better mind yo business
(Play that back Lucent)