Spin the Block (feat. Big Pe$o)

Man spin the block on em Bounce out the whip wit them cutters Giving smoke to yo cousins, uncles, niggas, & brothers Man up the Glock on em This that hustle and flow This that Glock .45 take some muscle to blow Man spin the block on em Spinning back 'round the corner They heard them shots from up the block, make yo move if you wanna Man put a dot on em Smoke that boy like a Vega Put him down right now We can match him up later Man put some guap on him A drop them rack on his dome And send yo addy to my killers have you scared to go home Connect the dots on him That nigga need ventilation So many beams on that nigga he look like constellations Boy we’ll slide We find out where he stay Them boys won’t play wit us cuz they know how we play I’ll ride On anyone I’m EBK Fuck what he say til he free I’m screaming FREE JJ Yeah Them niggas know that they won’t play wit us Glocks and ARs and them .45s them bitches stay with us Yeah Them niggas know that they won’t play wit us We spin that block again, gone turn them boys to angel dust Man spin the block on em Bounce out the whip wit them cutters Giving smoke to yo cousins, uncles, niggas, and brothers Man up the Glock on em This that hustle and flow This that Glock .45 take some muscle to blow Man spin the block on em Spinning back 'round the corner They heard them shots from up the block, make yo move if you wanna Man put a dot on em Smoke that boy like a Vega Put him down right now We can match him up later Put the dot on him And ima hit his bitch too And ima probably pop his pops because his brother snitched too That’s on my mama These niggas know what we do Like a stampede when we come thru we gone step on yo whole crew These niggas bitches Come meet this Glock with extensions When it’s smoke we overdose him wit this pole like addiction Won’t leave no witness We flee the scene so efficient Send a bitch like she the bait I use this pole & go fishing Aye It’s homicide out here you speaking on my team Bet not stop at no red light cause if you do then it’s a green Them boys ain’t tough that’s just how they make it seem We smoke gas and we smoke opps we put em all in Russian creams Man spin the block on em Bounce out the whip wit them cutters Giving smoke to yo cousins, uncles, niggas, & brothers Man up the Glock on em This that hustle and flow This that Glock .45 take some muscle to blow Man spin the block on em Spinning back 'round the corner They heard them shots from up the block, make yo move if you wanna Man put a dot on em Smoke that boy like a Vega Put him down right now We can match him up later