Christian Cartier, Jay Hound – Spin Back Lyrics
Artist: Christian Cartier, Jay Hound
Song: Spin Back
Ayy ayy, captin
Ahhhh
Oh, she wanna ride with a steppa’
My b#tch a bird we be flockin’ together (we be flocking together!)
And she down for the line if you let her
But i got my nine on the side of my sweater (side of my sweater!)
I’m on timing, pop out whenever (slide!)
Said you sliding? leave on a stretcher (grah, grah boom!)
Money & violence, that make her wetter
She shaking her hips, how i shake my bеretta
And you don’t wanna rock (rock!)
Cause i got my deucе i be ready to flock
I tell brodie “shoot”, then he taking his shot (he taking that shot!)
If you slide in the coupe, we gon’ leave em’ a box (are you dumb?)
And we don’t gotta reverse the v (nah, nah)
With accurate aim, ima shoot who i see
Might leave on a channel, might leave on the tv
Speak on my name then may you rest in peace
Free bro he got locked for the hammer
I can’t stop for the cops or the cameras
She wanna shake it on me like a dancer
Come and get naked for me ima scammer
Ebk i’m not for the foolery
Try to play and i’m upping the knock (im uppin’ that-)
In the spot i’m not tucking my jewelry
If you reach for my chain you gon’ die (ahh!)
And it ain’t enough time to be wasting
Asked the judge “how much time can they take?”
I don’t know how much crimes i been breaking
Free bro from the, he took 8
I’m tryna see how much dimes i can make (make)
I’m on the grind, think i need me a wraith (need me a wraith)
I’m outside got the knock on my waist
Try to push up on bro, your mistake
I need ear mitts, it’s getting loud (getting loud)
Told em’ “flock the flocka”, lay em’ down
n#gg#s ain’t jet they gotta jack the pound
Bhb n#gg#s know i’m the hound
I’m with sally whole lotta rounds (whole lotta)
Die i’m tryna flick on that
Die i’m tryna flick on that crowd
Lil bro keep spinning tryna make us proud
Oh, you tryna blitz up on me, it ain’t safe
I make em’ get up off me with this drac
Perc’ got her feeling naughty, tell her wait
Now she tryna feel up on me by the waist
Liking my pictures, what you tryna do?
You got a n#gg#, ima make him move
You with your sister, you can bring her too
When she off the liquor, she ain’t down to groove
Don’t try to run, ima up it and flame
Glock with a drum that’s unlimited cases
Threw like a ton he won’t get off the (come here!)
Threw like a ton he won’t get off the pavement
And i’m really mr. make em’ famous (grah)
If it’s up you can send the location
Threw on the beam, cuz it help with my aiming
Throwing from deep like i’m 〈.?.〉
Oh, she wanna ride with a steppa’
My b#tch a bird we be flockin’ together (we be flocking together!)
And she down for the line if you let her
But i got my nine on the side of my sweater (side of my sweater!)
I’m on timing, pop out whenever (slide!)
Said you sliding? leave on a stretcher (grah, grah boom!)
Money & violence, that make her wetter
She shaking her hips, how i shake my beretta
And you don’t wanna rock (rock!)
Cause i got my deuce i be ready to flock
I tell brodie “shoot”, then he taking his shot (he taking that shot!)
If you slide in the coupe, we gon’ leave em’ a box (are you dumb?)
And we don’t gotta reverse the v (nah, nah)
With accurate aim, ima shoot who i see
Might leave on a channel, might leave on the tv
Speak on my name then may you rest in peace
Ayy ayy, captin
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Release Year: 2023